“I’ll tell you exactly what I’m getting at,—and I’ll tell you right now. I may be queer, but I can see a hole through a millstone when anybody I love is concerned. Now, you know when you and Mr. Van Reypen and I were in the little arbour last night, we overheard somebody talking on the other side of the thick vines.”
“Really, Mona, I must beg of you not to go too far, or I may lose my temper!”
“Oh, no, you won’t, Patty Fairfield! You just sit still and listen. Now you know, as well as I do, we weren’t eavesdropping,—any of us,—but we all heard what Mr. Harper said to Miss Farrington.”
“Well, what of it?” Patty’s face was pale and her lips were set hard together. She was thoroughly angry at what she considered Mona’s unwarrantable interference, and she felt she could stand but little more.
“Just this of it! I asked Mr. Harper what it was that Miss Farrington told him about you.”
“Mona Galbraith! You didn’t!”
“I certainly did; and, what’s more, he told me.”
“Kenneth told you?” said Patty, incredulously.
“Yes, he did. And this was it. But perhaps you don’t want to know what it was.”
“Of course I do! Mona, tell me, quick!”