“Now, where might she be found at this hour?”
Nancy chanced to have seen Grace and some of her satellites sitting in a pergola on a mound not far away. She pointed out the path to the stranger.
“Thank you—thank you, my dear,” said the gray man, and insisted upon shaking hands with her.
Indeed, he looked curiously after her as she passed on. Then, as he turned to follow the path pointed out to him, he shook his head, saying, under his breath:
“Strange! Familiar, somehow. Looks familiar——”
A cry warned him that he was seen. Flying down from the pergola came Grace, with Cora close behind her.
“Oh, Father! you dear! I’m so glad to see you!” exclaimed Grace.
“So unexpected, dear Senator Montgomery,” said Cora, in quite a grown-up way.
The Senator welcomed them; but he looked again after the retreating Nancy.
“Who is that pretty girl, Grace?” he asked, pointing out the object of his interest.