“Good!” responded Jack. “I was afraid your tableau scheme had failed and Dorothy remained at home.”
“Not at all. They jumped at the idea,” laughed Rutley, “and on my suggestion Mrs. Harris begged for Dorothy’s presence at the ‘Fete’.”
“Fate!” corrected Jack.
“Too pointed,” calmly remarked Rutley.
“Well, the tableau was a great success, ‘Hebe’ attended by ‘Circe’ and ‘Cupid’.”
“Dorothy as ‘Circe’ posed splendidly; she is the pet of the guests”—and, lowering his voice, Rutley continued gravely:
“I have persuaded her indulgent mother to let the child remain up and enjoy her honors a little longer; she may be out and around now at any moment.”
“She wears a white dress and with a light brown sash about her waist. Long golden hair—oh, you know her.”
“I shall keep a sharp lookout and take her the first opportunity.”
“Skip!” suddenly cautioned Rutley. “Somebody’s coming. Keep in the deep shadow.”