“Now, Gar,” scolded Rosa, “you know a lot better than that. We were just wondering where you and Dell had been keeping yourselves.”
“Like fun you were, just wondering. We’ve been watching you dance. What was that? A new one?”
“We?” queried Rosa.
“Yes. Come on, Paul; get introduced.”
At this there stepped from behind a big tree, another young man—no doubt Paul.
“This is Paul Randolph,” said Gar, “Miss Brandon and the famous Rosa—”
But Rosa cut that short. “The idea,” she protested, “of you peeping.”
“We weren’t, really,” defended Paul. “We just came along. Our car went dry and we were walking back.”
“Then, we’ll forgive you,” Nancy managed to say. She was losing the natural self-consciousness which had at first been difficult to overcome. Coming from the home of her devoted mother and darling Ted into the confused surroundings of Rosa, this was easy to understand.
As she spoke Paul stepped up to her, and they started off in the direction of home. Rosa was ahead with Gar and she, it appeared, was not in agreement with him. He argued and she protested.