Ralph Clavering immediately took possession of Linda.
“Where were you to-day?” he demanded. “I expected you to play tennis with me.”
“I thought you were angry at me, Ralph,” she returned, demurely.
“I was, but the worst part of it all is, I can never stay angry. Are you going to enter the treasure hunt?”
“I sort of hope so. Aunt Emily hasn’t said anything against it lately, and I was flying to-day.”
“Flying! Where?”
“Across Lake Michigan.”
“Alone?” This jealous young man always felt that he had a right to know of all Linda’s engagements.
“No; I took Lord Dudley across.” She tried to keep her tone matter-of-fact.
“How you girls fall for titles!” he almost sneered. “I don’t like the man.”