It occurred to Tory that she was being ignored more than she anticipated, considering the fact that she had first met Mr. Winslow and that his presence in the evergreen cabin was due to their friendship.
The Troop Captain had taken off her velvet coat and hat, as the room was warm. The two heads were bent close over the sketch book.
Studying them, Tory smiled.
Not half an hour before she had been reproached for being romantic and made to promise never to offend again. Certainly she had not dreamed that Miss Mason and Mr. Winslow would develop a liking for each other so promptly.
When tea was ready, purposely Tory called Mr. Winslow to her assistance. He should not be monopolized.
She hoped that he would become sufficiently interested in her to allow her to study painting with him during the approaching summer.
They had a delightful tea. Returning home, Tory had forgotten the circumstances that had been troubling her: Dr. McClain and Dorothy’s unexpected summons to New York City and the fact that she had not received her usual letter from Katherine Moore.
In the front hall Mr. Richard Fenton was awaiting her arrival.
“We are leaving on an early train in the morning for New York, if you can manage to be ready, Tory. Your Aunt Victoria will help you pack your bag. I don’t think there is any cause to be alarmed. I have just received a telegram from Dr. McClain asking me to join him as soon as possible and to bring you. Please don’t worry or I shall be sorry to have had to mention the telegram to you to-night. If you wish to be of service, Tory dear, you must keep your self-control.”