"Where did you meet?" The fun in his face gave Clover her first suspicion.
"In the Ferris Wheel. Wasn't it a coincidence that we should have chosen the same cab? And I'll tell you in confidence, Clover, that I think Mildred was considerably impressed with his Wheelship."
"Why should you make a confidence of that?" asked Mildred nonchalantly. "We are all impressed, aren't we?"
"Not to the verge of pallor, Milly."
"Don't call me Milly. No one does that but Clover."
"Were you really frightened, Mildred?" asked her sister with much interest.
"Why do you ask me? Ask Jack. He evidently knows all about it."
"No, I insist on referring you to Mildred herself. She scorns petty deceits of all kinds. I cannot be relied on to tell the absolute truth."
Mildred looked at the speaker with a dangerous sparkle in her eyes. "Why don't you give Clover her present?" she asked suddenly.
"A present for me? Why, hurry," exclaimed Clover. "What new extravagance have you been committing, Milly?"