`` It was dusk when Andrew went away . Fortunately old Hugh did not come to the door with him . As Andrew untied his horse Ursula threw the ball with such good aim that it struck him , as she had meant it to do , squarely on the head . Andrew looked up at her window . She leaned out , put her finger warningly on her lips , pointed to the ball , and nodded . Andrew , looking somewhat puzzled , picked up the ball , sprang to his saddle , and galloped off . `` So far , well , thought Ursula . But would Andrew understand ? Would he have wit enough to think of exploring the big , knobby ball for its delicate secret ? And would he be at the dance after all ? `` The evening dragged by . Time had never seemed so long to Ursula . She could not rest or sleep . It was midnight before she heard the patter of a handful of gravel on her window-panes . In a trice she was leaning out . Below in the darkness stood Kenneth MacNair . '' ` Oh , Kenneth , did you get my letter ? And is it safe for you to be here ? ' '' ` Safe enough . Your father is in bed .
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