Nancy and her chum fell back. A tall man dressed in a gray frock coat and broad-brimmed hat—the garments so often affected by the Western politician—was pacing slowly up the aisle with Grace and Cora.
He was in gray all over, from hat to spats, save that his tie had a crimson spot in it—a very beautiful ruby pin.
“My goodness me, Nance! The Man in Gray!” whispered Jennie, chuckling.
“What’s that?” gasped Nancy.
“Why, you remember the man Scorch told us of?”
“What man?”
“The man in gray who came to see your guardian, Mr. Gordon?”
“Oh! Well,” and Nancy recovered her composure. “I guess Grace Montgomery’s father has nothing to do with me. But I have seen him before.”
“You have?” returned Jennie, in turn surprised.
“Yes. Last year just about this time. He came to the Hall to see Grace. I wonder——”