“I will give you three minutes to obey,” he said.
The girls had a feeling Evelyn was going to her doom, and this was her last farewell. She threw her arms around Miss Campbell’s neck and kissed her; then she kissed each of the Motor Maids. She might have been a devoted daughter and loving sister saying good-by for a long time.
“Good-by! Good-by!” she whispered, trying to stifle her sobs.
Curious people were beginning to drift into the parlor.
The next moment there was the sound of an automobile outside and Evelyn was whisked off in the darkness.
“Dear, dear, dear,” ejaculated Miss Campbell “I am so upset! That exquisite young girl and that terrible giant creature of a father!”
“Her name was Evelyn, too. Wasn’t it queer?” observed Nancy.
“Evelyn, Evelyn,” they repeated.
“Evelyn Stone. Mr. Daniel Moore’s Evelyn Stone.”
In an instant they were all talking at once. It was Evelyn Stone. They recognized her now from the picture, although there was only really a faint resemblance. What picture could do justice to such coloring? The auburn hair, the golden brown eyes and the blush that crept in and out of her face with her changing emotions. But it was she, they were sure of it. She had the same smile—the “snapshot smile.”