She did not finish. She wondered if the Senator would remember her. He did. But to Nancy’s confusion he scowled at her as he passed, and did not speak.
“My!” murmured Jennie in her chum’s ear. “He’s just as unpleasant as his daughter; isn’t he? I guess Grace comes by her mean disposition honestly enough!”
CHAPTER XXVI
MR. GORDON AGAIN
Once that summer Nancy plucked up courage to go in to Cincinnati from Jennie’s home, and called upon Mr. Gordon. She did not tell him to expect her, but bearded the lion as she had once before.
Jennie went with her, of course; only she remained waiting in a tea-room near the big office building where the lion had his lair. Even Scorch was amazed to see Nancy Nelson, dressed in her best and outwardly composed, walk into the outer office of Ambrose, Necker & Boles.
“Such a shock!” gasped Scorch, pretending to faint away in his chair beside the gate in the railing. “And, say! Miss Nancy, how tall you’re getting!”
“So are you, Scorch,” she told him, holding out her hand.