Evadne started. Surely she had heard that voice before! It must be,—yes, it was,—her knight of the gate! Their eyes met. A great light swept over his face and he lifted his hat. Then the surging crowd carried him out of her range of vision.
"I don't see what you find to look so pleased about, Evadne," grumbled Isabelle, as they drove homeward. "For my part I think the whole thing was a fizzle."
"I was thinking," said Evadne slowly, "of the power of a laugh."
"The power of a laugh! What in the World do you mean?"
"I mean that it is a great deal better for ourselves to laugh than to cry, and vastly more comfortable for our neighbors."
"Evadne will not be down," announced Marion the next morning as she entered the breakfast room. "She caught a dreadful cold at the concert yesterday and she can't lift her head from the pillow. Celestine thinks she is sickening for a fever."
"Dear me, how tiresome!" exclaimed Mrs. Hildreth. "I have such a horror of having sickness in the house,—one never knows where it will end. Ring the bell for Sarah, Marion, to take up her breakfast."
"It is no use, Mamma. She says she does not want anything."
"But that is nonsense. The child must eat. If it is fever, she will need a nurse, and nurses always make such an upheaval in a house."
"You had better go up, my dear, and see for yourself," said Judge
Hildreth. "Celestine may be mistaken."