Mrs. Witham eyed her.
“I’ll see,” she answered, and she left the shop.
Presently Arthur entered, in his shirt-sleeves: rather attractive-looking.
“I don’t know what you’ll think of me, and what I’ve come for,” said Alvina, with hurried amiability. Arthur lifted his blue eyes to her, and Mrs. Witham appeared in the background, in the inner doorway.
“Why, what is it?” said Arthur stolidly.
“Make it as dear as you can, for father,” said Alvina, laughing nervously.
Arthur’s blue eyes rested on her face. Mrs. Witham advanced into the shop.
“Why? What’s that for?” asked Lottie Witham shrewdly.
Alvina turned to the woman.
“Don’t say anything,” she said. “But we don’t want father to go on with this scheme. It’s bound to fail. And Miss Pinnegar and I can’t have anything to do with it anyway. I shall go away.”