Here Miss Baxter laid her pretty jeweled hand warningly upon his arm.
“Come, you would not be guilty of divulging such a delicious secret, would you?”
He treated the matter mostly as a joke, and returned with a tantalizing touch in his speech:
“Robert didn’t mean to do it. We must forgive.”
Cherokee looked puzzled as she caught the exchange of significant smiles. She spoke, as always, in her own soft, syllabled tongue.
“What do you mean, may I ask?”
Willard Frost coughed, and took her fan with affectionate solicitude.
“It may not be just fair to answer your question. I am sorry.”
“Mr. Milburn is a friend of mine, and if anything has happened to him why shouldn’t I know it?” she inquired, somewhat tremulously.