“Over at the Randolphs.”
“Then let us go that way,” said Phœbe to Janet. “I must tell her my plans, for otherwise the Little Mother might worry.” Passing close to Phil she whispered: “Is everything all right?”
“Everything is right so far,” he replied. “But how is it with you, and why are you going away to-night?”
“Just for a little excitement,” she laughed.
“You seem nervous and excited, now,” said her brother, looking at her closely. “Anything new turned up to annoy you, Phœbe?”
“I’m quite contented to-night, Phil, dear.” And then she ran away before he could question her, further.
They met Cousin Judith just leaving the Randolph’s house, and Marion was with her. Miss Eliot at once approved Phœbe’s plan to stay with Janet for the night. She thought the girl had seemed unnerved and ill at ease lately and believed the change of environment would do her good.
When Judith had bade them good night and started across the street to rejoin her flock, Marion said:
“I’ll walk with you a little way, if you don’t mind. It’s such a lovely evening, and I’ve a mystery to disclose, besides.”
“A mystery—oh, Marion!” exclaimed Janet.