"It is very strange," says Mona, with a dissatisfied sigh, "but I'll tell you all about it by and by."
Instinct warns her of treachery; common sense belies the warning. To which shall she give ear?
"Shall we ask the Carsons to our dance, Nicholas?" asks his mother, at this moment.
"Ask any one you like,—any one, I mean, that is not quite impossible," says Nicholas.
"Edith Carson is very nearly so, I think."
"Is that the girl who spoke to you, Geoffrey, at the tea room door?" asks Mona, with some animation.
"Yes. Girl with light, frizzy hair and green eye."
"A strange girl, I thought, but very pretty. Yes—was it English she talked?"
"Of the purest," says Geoffrey.
"What did she say, Mona?" inquired Doatie.