“We just walked down the avenue and back.”
“Didn’t you hear the motor?” demanded Mary, who scented something in Billie’s manner.
“Yes, but it was not Edward, evidently. I suppose there are lots of motors around the neighborhood.”
“What did you see? Anything interesting?” asked Elinor. “You both look as if you had seen a ghost.”
“You are pale,” exclaimed Miss Campbell, “or is it the moonlight? And Nancy’s hands are cold as ice. Come in the house, child. You should not be out in this night air. You are trembling. Are you ill?”
“Keep it up, Nancy,” whispered Billie in her ear.
“I feel a little faint,” said Nancy. “Perhaps I’d better go in and sit down a moment.”
Miss Campbell, who was consumed with anxiety if one of her girls had the suspicion of a pain, drew her into the house, made her lie on the sofa and took off her own coat to throw over her.
In the meantime, Billie pulled Edward Paxton’s sleeve and whispered, “Wait, I have something to tell you.”
“What is the matter,” he asked, wonderingly.