“You think, then, that she—”
Sophia gave her sister a look. Amelia fled after Eudora and the baby-carriage. She overtook her at the gate. She laid her hand on Eudora’s arm, draped with India shawl.
“Eudora!” she gasped.
Eudora turned her serene face and regarded her questioningly.
“Eudora,” said Amelia, “have you heard of anybody’s coming to stay at the inn lately?”
“No,” replied Eudora, calmly. “Why, dear?”
“Nothing, only, Eudora, a dear and old friend of yours, of ours, is there, so I hear.”
Eudora did not inquire who the old friend might be. “Really?” she remarked. Then she said, “Goodby, Amelia dear,” and resumed her progress with the baby-carriage.