"I think it grand!"
"And Elsie——"
"I'm sure she'll be in for it. Although she has not said much, I know she dislikes to have Bart go away."
"Then we'll carry out my plan. You may accompany us as far as St. Louis—perhaps farther."
Inza bubbled with pleasure over this plan, beginning at once to talk of the fine times they would have.
A closed carriage was passing them, going somewhat faster, in the same direction.
Happening to glance toward the window of this carriage, Inza suddenly uttered a low cry and grasped Merry's coat sleeve.
"Look look!" she exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"That man!"