When they had strolled about the square the second time, Peggy suddenly uttered an exclamation of surprise, “There he is! There he is!”
“Where? Where?” Jo Ann asked eagerly.
“There—see? That tall, dark-haired, handsome boy with the big black eyes!”
“Oh, gosh!” Jo Ann ejaculated disgustedly when she realized Peggy had not meant the mystery man but the tall youth with whom she had exchanged smiles the other time she had promenaded.
She was still more discouraged and disgusted after a whole evening of strolling around the Plaza with no sign of the mystery man.
“I’m afraid this trip’s going to be a complete flop, after all,” she remarked to Peggy. “I might as well have gone to the hotel when Miss Prudence and Carlitos did.”
“Miss Prudence was an angel to let us stay so long, wasn’t she?” Peggy smiled.
Jo Ann nodded indifferently. Peggy might be thrilled over exchanging smiles with a handsome Mexican boy, but not she.
The next morning, as soon as they left the hotel to finish their shopping, Jo Ann began to search for the mystery man again, but in vain.
“The last thing we’ll do is to go to the market,” Miss Prudence announced on leaving the department store a little later.