At the Rendezvous

I sat still, and waited, and eat my strawberries.

"Miss Cardigan," I said at length, "what is Christian's
address in Washington?"

"In Washington? I don't know. Did he never give it to you?"

"No, ma'am; nothing except 'Washington.' "

"I suppose that is enough. Haven't you written to him?"

"I have written once. - I have been thinking, Miss Cardigan,
that I must stop the writing."

"Altogether?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"His writing too?"

"Yes. My father and mother do not know - and I cannot ask
them, - and -"

"You are right," Miss Cardigan answered sorrowfully. "And yet
you will let your engagement stand, Daisy?"

"I cannot break my part of it, ma'am. I - nor they - cannot
change what is, and what has been done. The future is in their
hands - or in God's hands, rather."

Miss Cardigan sighed.

"And what then, dear, about the address?" she said.

"Because, Miss Cardigan, I am going there. I am going to
Washington."

She stopped her work to look at me.

"I am going Saturday. My guardian has sent for me. It is very
strange, Miss Cardigan; but I must go; and I thought I would
like to know in what part of the city Christian is."