She forced herself to look into his face, and started to find his eyes so terribly penetrating.
"I burned the packet," she said with a constrained smile.
His eyes grew softer and a little humorous.
"Did you indeed. Without opening it?"
"Yes."
"Heroic girl!"
"Am I not?" she said over her shoulder as Isabel dragged her toward a tall, smooth-faced young fellow who stood talking with Etta.
"Elbert, this is Miss Dutcher—Rose, young Mr. Harvey, son of our hostess at the concert."
Young Harvey seemed much taken back as he faced Rose, and shook hands in current angular fashion. His mind formulated these opinions:
"She's a stunner! Caroline was dead right!" By "Caroline" he meant his mother.