The sun dropped lower and lower. The wayside shadows thickened. A robin on the top-most branch of a locust sang a solo.
"There they are!" cried Miss Castlevaine.
The others looked eagerly down the road.
The thud of hoofs came out of the hush.
"Oh, it's only a team!" was the disappointed contradiction. "I saw the dust and thought they were coming."
The buggy whirled up, the driver lifted his hat with a smiling bow—and was gone.
"Mr. Randolph and Miss Puddicombe!" commented Miss Castlevaine.
"Who was he bowing to? Not me!"
"I have met him," responded Mrs. Albright.
"Oh! Maybe it was you, then. But he was looking at Miss Sterling!"
"She knows him, too, and so does Mrs. Adlerfeld."