“She is, eh?” returned Nixie. “Then all I have to say is she must be the author of that spooky declaration, ‘I’m never less alone than when alone.’ See there,” motioning with his head toward an advancing group of women, “there come the rest of us. We can’t lose ’em.”
CHAPTER XI
FACE TO FACE
The ladies had left their wagon, to move about and break the long drive by the view of the Riverside Geyser in action. As they approached their friends, Mrs. Nixon put up her lorgnette.
“Isn’t that my brother sitting there on the grass?” she asked.
“Certainly it is, and there are the boys,” rejoined Mrs. Bruce with satisfaction, hastening her steps.
Behind them followed Betsy Foster and Miss Maynard.
“To whom is Henry talking?” asked Mrs. Nixon. “Why,—why, Mrs. Bruce! I never knew him to do anything so strange! It’s that waitress—that waitress that came on with us in the stage.”
“I didn’t notice her,” returned Mrs. Bruce. “I was always sitting in front.”