“Come, now, Eunice!” cried Mollie. “Come into the sitting-room with me. The girls have some pretty cakes and sweet things they are saving for you.”
Mollie took Eunice’s hand. The two girls were nearly of the same size and age. They quietly walked into the sitting-room.
“Where is ‘Automobile Girl’ number four?” Mollie heard Mr. Latham ask, just as the two girls entered the room.
“Here I am!” Mollie replied.
Mr. Latham glanced up. His ruddy face turned white as chalk.
Mollie never took her eyes from Mr. Latham’s face. Miss Stuart, Bab, Grace and Ruth stared at him.
But Mr. Latham did not notice any one of them. His jaw dropped. The cup in his hand trembled. Still he did not speak.
Barbara broke the silence. “Mr. Latham, are you ill?” she asked. “May I take your teacup from you?”
Mr. Latham shook his head. He continued to gaze steadily at Eunice.
Little Eunice was frightened by the strange man’s stare. She trembled. Her rosebud lips quivered. Tears rolled down her cheeks.