“He spoke to me first about my name and our Holland ancestors. Holland was a great little country once, you know.”
“Isn’t it now?”
“I don’t know. It’s terribly afraid of Germany, they say. Well, I liked him so much. I felt just the way I do with Father and Phil, that you could trust him. I think he’s the finest of all the officers that were here. He talked so well and seemed to know so much.”
“‘Van Horne,’” repeated Betty, musingly. “I believe that is the man that Donald Hilton mentioned when we were talking about Captain Holley. He said almost the same thing that you did, and pointed him out to me, ‘Now there’s a man you can trust.’ Has he blue eyes and very dark brown hair—and is real tall?”
“Yes, but then there are other tall folks among the boys.”
“I think I saw him.”
Betty was in the midst of telling about her evening when a gentle knock sounded on their bedroom door. “Come right in,” called Betty, and Lilian appeared fully dressed.
“‘How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard?’” she quoted, as she went over to put down their window. “‘Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest.’ That is what Father always says to me when he calls me to get up after some party.”
“Have you and Hilary been up long?” asked Cathalina.
“Just got dressed. Have you anything to eat?”