“What nonsense! You may be a great heiress. Why! maybe you belong to royalty——”
“In America!” ejaculated Nancy, the practical.
“Well! they could have brought you over the ocean.”
“I haven’t heard of any of the royal families of Europe advertising for a lost princess,” Nancy said, in better humor now. “And I know I don’t look like the Turks, or the Chinese, or Hindoos, or anything like that. I guess I’m an American, all right.”
“But you must have somebody very rich belonging to you,” cried Jennie.
“I don’t know.”
“Then that Mr. Gordon must know more about you than he will tell.”
“I—I am almost tempted to believe so,” admitted Nancy.
“I believe it!”
“Scorch says so.”