“There are two more things yet,” her guilty conscience whispered, but Mimi wouldn’t listen. How nice to talk to someone about Daddy, and about Chloe, the problem nearest her heart.
“What time is your last class?”
“I have gym from two-forty-five to three-thirty, sir.”
“You are excused from it this afternoon. You may receive a caller in the south parlor at three o’clock.”
“Dr. Barnes!”
Dr. Barnes twinkled behind his glasses and funny little wrinkles of fat made rolls above his ears and below his bald spot. He had been asked not to tell who the visitor was and Mimi could not worm the name out of him. Only the importance of the third thing he was telling now could have saved Mimi from her elephant-child’s curiosity.
“I have been finding out things about you, Miss Mimi.”
It was coming now—why had her feet ever strayed from Hojoni——. But Dr. Barnes looked proud and not aggrieved.
“Rumors have been coming to me of what an excellent horsewoman you are. The Bridle Club here——”
Mimi put up her hand. Stop, Dr. Barnes. Are my ears deceiving me? Wait until this much soaks in.