She turned away and hurried out of the room, while Dorothea stood for a moment, gazing at the shut door and wondering what would happen next to deepen the mystery.
CHAPTER IX
THE NEXT MORNING
Dorothea awoke next morning to find Harriot creeping into her bed.
“Good morning,” she murmured, opening one sleepy eye.
“I hoped I wouldn’t wake you,” said Harriot briskly, “but, now that you are awake, we might just as well talk. I wanted to get you first to-day before the others. You’re going to be mighty popular, I can see that, and you’re my cousin just as much as you are April’s.”
She was under the covers by this time and snuggled down with a series of comfortable wiggles.
The mention of April brought back to Dorothea’s mind the last glimpse she had had of her beautiful cousin the night before, and the events leading up to it.
“I wonder if they caught that poor man,” she said, all sleep gone from her eyes by this time.
“Oh, I don’t know. I hope not, though you mustn’t say so to April,” Harriot answered. “She’s so patriotic and loyal that it hurts her. I hope I’ll never have any love affairs.”