“Will I? Be quick, girl—before she gets away!”
CHAPTER VI
“Aren’t you glad you came?” Zonia asked eagerly.
“Hurry! Don’t let her get away with Waldron—”
The girl darted from his side and pushed rapidly to the platform. The crowd had encircled Virginia and a hundred people were trying to grasp her hand at the same time. There was no help for it. He must wait. At least he was glad the jam made it equally impossible for Waldron to reach her. He saw him wave his hand to her over their heads, bow and leave the platform for his waiting car.
Vassar was glad to be rid of his presence. That frozen smile poisoned the air. He could breathe deeply now.
It was fully fifteen minutes before he caught the signal Zonia waved from the steps.
His niece was radiant with joy as she proudly introduced them.
“Uncle John, this is my heroine, Miss Holland, and you’ve got to shake hands and be good friends now—”