"Is that so? That's too bad! Why didn't she wait for Dick to take her over?"
"I—I don't know, Tom." Nellie lowered her voice, so Dick might not hear. "Something is wrong between them. I don't know what it is."
"Wrong? Why, how can that be? I didn't hear of anything," Tom now spoke in a whisper.
"Well, I am sure something is wrong. They acted queer when Dick came to the grandstand before the game commenced. Dora's heart was not in the game at all. She was ready to go before it was over."
"By the way, Tom, who was that other girl?" asked Grace pointedly.
"What other girl?"
"The girl Dick was talking to here on the grandstand."
"Oh, that was the farmer's daughter we helped when we first came to
Ashton. Her name is Minnie Sanderson. We told you about her."
"She seems to think a good deal of Dick," was Nellie's comment.
"Why, you don't mean—" Tom looked around, expecting to see Dick close by. "Hello! Where did he go?" he cried.