When Linda finished reading, she dropped the sheets and looked up so quickly that she caught her aunt's inquiring glance. Miss Barry flushed guiltily, and looked back at her work.
"How soon do you think we could go to the Cape, Aunt Belinda?"
In her excitement and eagerness Miss Barry's words stuck in her throat.
"Why—ahem!—how about—how about to-morrow?"
"Let us go to-morrow," said Linda.
CHAPTER XI
EASTWARD HO!
Fred Whitcomb felt his eyes sting, but he scorned to wipe them as he strode manfully up Michigan Avenue. Instead, he scowled and set his teeth and threw his shoulders back, as one who yearns to meet the foe hand to hand. His opportunity was near, for Bertram King, having forgotten some papers, was walking hastily toward the club, and Fred, blinded and distrait, turned a corner and ran directly into him.
The lighter and taller man seized his assailant.