“Just for a moment, so that I can talk to you. No one will see us; there.”
Unnoticed by the others, the three girls tip-toed down the aisle to the entrance, where they hid themselves in a recess in the wall.
“I’ve been over to the annex with father and the florist,” she said. “I am to be married there to-morrow, you know—at least, I suppose I am.” The annex was another chapel connected with the Temple.
“Poor Daniel Moore,” ejaculated Billie. “We are awfully sorry for him. We think he’s one of the nicest men we ever knew.”
“Do you?” exclaimed Evelyn, clasping Billie’s arm and smiling into her face, as if she herself had been paid a high compliment.
“Indeed we do,” cried Nancy.
“Oh, dear; oh, dear,” exclaimed the girl, beating her hands together. “It would be a great scandal if I ran away on my wedding day. But I am so unhappy. Oh, so unhappy, and I do want to see Daniel so much. Why, if he wasn’t married, didn’t he ever come near me?” she added, stamping her foot angrily.
“He tried and tried, and wrote letters, and everything—but he couldn’t get near you. Your father——”
“Oh, yes, father, of course,” said Evelyn, pressing her lips together and frowning. “It’s not only that Ebenezer is a Mormon. It’s other things—money, I think. Father is involved, I’m certain of it, and Ebenezer is rich—very rich.”
“You needn’t run away with Daniel to-morrow,” put in Billie irrelevantly. “You can run away with—with the Comet, our motor car——”