"Why, Barbara, how pale you are!" he exclaimed. "What is the matter?"
"She is upset," answered Ruth briefly.
Mr. Stuart eyed her keenly.
"Was the excitement too much for you, my dear?" he asked.
"I—I think so," replied Bab. Then as the thought of that face and its dreadful expression recurred to her mind, she trembled more violently than before. Mr. Stuart linked his arm in hers and led her away, followed by the others of the party.
"It really is no place for young girls," said Mr. Stuart. "I should not have brought you here. Girls, we will take the car and go home at once. Barbara had better lie down for a while before luncheon. She is completely unnerved."
This Barbara knew to be true, but by great effort she conquered her fit of trembling, and before the Stuart's residence was reached she had in a great measure regained her self-control.