"I haven't," she admitted slowly. "I haven't been well enough to go out, and she hasn't been here. I have heard from her only now and then on the 'phone. Poor child! I must try to get over there tomorrow."
Next day Ann met Mrs. Vandecar with open arms.
"Oh, Fledra," said she, "I've longed for you so many days! I do appreciate your coming!"
"I knew you would, Ann. You are the first acquaintance I have called on in weeks. But, honey girl, you don't look well."
Ann's eyes filled with tears. Fledra Vandecar was one of the many bright rays of sunshine in her past life, when she had been happy and contented, when Everett had been her lover, and Horace at ease. Now her life was all chaos. Misery, fright, and a troubled heart were her constant companions.
Mrs. Vandecar leaned over and gently brushed back a lock of hair from the girl's brow.
"Ann, dear, can't you tell me what is the matter?"
"There's so very much, it would weary you."
"Indeed, no! Mayn't I stay with you just a little while?"