“Whom do you mean?” queried Eve, rather surprised by her manner.
“Jim Varey, the Gypsy.”
“Why! is he about?” asked Eve. “You mean the husband of Queen Grace? Well, he’s a bad egg, he is! I hope he won’t dog us to the house, for he might learn then where that poor girl is hiding.”
When they were in the car Bobby stuck her head out of the window to look along the platform. She did not see Jim Varey in the crowd; but she might better have kept in her head—for he saw her.
[CHAPTER XIII—WHAT MARGIT SAID]
The two girls settled back into their seats, each having one to herself, for the car was not filled. Bobby was soon laughing and joking in her usual way.
“If I ride backward like this, will I get to the same place you do, Eve?” she asked.
“What a ridiculous question!” exclaimed Eve.
“I don’t know. One of the ‘squabs’ was going around yesterday asking everybody a much more foolish one.”
“What was that?”