CHAPTER XI.
MR. PALMER'S INFATUATION.
In about twenty minutes Miss Churchill appeared. She was a stout young lady, weighing at least one hundred and sixty pounds. She had a high color, black hair, and a loud metallic voice.
Mr. Palmer surveyed her with rapt intensity.
"That's she!" he whispered. "Didn't I tell you she was a daisy?"
Robert was tempted to smile. He had a very indefinite idea of what might be considered a feminine daisy, but he recognized his companion's conception of the term.
Miss Churchill sang in a loud voice and with plenty of action one of the popular songs of the day. Livingston Palmer looked the picture of rapture. With his head thrown back and his eyes fastened upon his charmer, he could hardly fail to attract her attention.
She paused between two of the verses, and looked at him with a smile.