Mr. Baxter shot a sharp look at her.
“Is that so?” he inquired. “How did you happen to know we were acquainted?”
“He told me so himself,” returned Cora promptly.
“Well, that ought to be pretty good authority,” replied Mr. Baxter.
But he showed no disposition to pursue the subject, as Cora had wished he would, and the conversation turned into other channels.
Mr. Baxter excused himself shortly, and the party strolled on. The girls bought bits of bead and embroidered work from the women, and had their fortunes told twice, spinning out the time in the hope that they would meet the girl they sought. But she did not appear, and at last they made their way to the cars, sorely disappointed.
They had gone only a little way when Bess exclaimed:
“Look! There’s some one behind those bushes.”
The others looked, but could see nothing.
“You’re dreaming, I guess,” remarked her sister.