"But you've heard from him?"
"Yes—Emmie must have told you—letters and telegrams."
"Had you written him to send back my ring?"
"No, grandmamma."
"Why not?"
It crossed the girl's mind, "Suppose I tell her, 'Because I saw him throw it away.'" She smiled faintly.
"You will write for it to-night. Go and do so at once."
"No, I'm sorry; I can't do that—I'm sorry;" and she went out.
Val had a glimpse of her the next morning, when Mrs. Gano made her final cold-weather "flitting" from the blue room up-stairs to the long room down-stairs. But it was Emmie and the servants who assisted. The removal was in the act of being finished when Val appeared on the scene. No notice was taken of her. She went out and walked about the garden. Returning to the house a little later, she met Emmie coming down the steps of the porch with a letter.