“It's peachy!”
In her own room Henrietta Bates was looking at her comely face reflected in her mirror. She was pleased with it, and she glanced down at the three framed photographs on her dresser. One was the picture of the imaginary William Vane, the others were of her dearest friends—Gay and Lorna. To William's portrait she gave only a careless glance. She lingered over Gay's and Lorna's.
“Stupid dears!” she thought. “So you have found me out? It has taken you long enough, I'm sure. I wonder what next.”
CHAPTER V
As Lorna Percy, Lem, and Gay Loring sat on the porch a jaunty straw hat came into view above the terrace, and, as it reached the gate, proved to be on the head of a man as jaunty as the hat. The man paused at the gate to look up the street.
“There's Freeman,” said Lorna. “He's home early.”
“Not so very. It is getting toward supper-time.”
Gay answered. “I'd better be getting home to help mother set the table.”