“Say, what are you people all talking about so quietly?” Amelia leaned over and asked now. “Why, you didn’t even pay any attention when Mr. Jamieson took Grace out.”
“Took Grace out!” Nan exclaimed, noticing now for the first time that two in the party were missing. “Why?”
“She almost fainted when she saw all the blood streaming from the bull, so just before he was killed, Walker Jamieson took her by the arm and said they were going for a walk and would be back soon.”
“I don’t blame her,” Bess said emphatically. “I would have fainted myself—”
“—if you had been watching the bullfight instead of Linda Riggs,” Nan supplied the end of the sentence.
“I guess you are right,” Bess laughed. “That girl certainly does have a habit of getting in my hair. I’m always on pins and needles whenever she is around.”
“There, Bessie,” Nan tried to smooth her friend’s ruffled feelings. “Just you sit quietly and watch the next fight and you’ll feel better. We’ll see that Linda doesn’t cross your path.”
“She hadn’t better,” Bess replied and then did try to devote herself to watching the next fight on the program.