"Why, mother!" cried Betty, growing suddenly alert and anxious.
"There, there, dear, it was nothing. Never mind!" declared her mother. But even as she spoke she looked back fearfully over her shoulder.
"But, mother, what was it?"
"Nothing. Just a—a woman I didn't want to see. I used to know her years ago, and she was—such a talker! We wouldn't have got home to-night."
"But we shan't now—if we keep on this way," laughed Betty uneasily, her troubled eyes on her mother's face. "We're going in quite the opposite direction from home."
"Dear, dear, so we are! We must have turned the wrong way when we came out from the store."
"Yes, we—did," agreed Betty. Her words were light—but the troubled look had not left her eyes.