"You're not to call again!" he objected.
"Well, we'll see. Just for the present I'm in no mood to quarrel with you, and you'd better not quarrel with me, Jason Jones. Good-bye."
She tucked the check into her purse and ambled out of the room after a supercilious nod to Alora, who failed to return the salutation. Jason Jones stood in his place, still frowning, until Janet's high-heeled shoes had clattered down the two flights of stairs. Alora went to the window and looking down saw that a handsome automobile stood before the house, with a chauffeur and footman in livery. Janet entered this automobile and was driven away.
Alora turned to look at her father. He was filing his pipe and scowling more darkly than ever.
[CHAPTER VI]
FLITTING
Once more they moved suddenly, and the second flitting came about in this way:
Alora stood beside the easel one morning, watching her father work on his picture. Not that she was especially interested in him or the picture, but there was nothing else for her to do. She stood with her slim legs apart, her hands clasped behind her, staring rather vacantly, when he looked up and noted her presence.
"Well, what do you think of it?" he asked rather sharply.
"Of the picture?" said Lory.
"Of course."