“And I’ve been, wondering just this minute,” said Dorothy, “about something else; but I’m a new member, and if you don’t like my plan, I hope you’ll say so. I was thinking about having an emblem. Most orders do, you know. Don’t you think it-would be rather nice to have the hepatica, and have it stand for what Miss King said—sending our rootlets into good soil? You see, I thought of it because—well, because I’ve felt so ashamed of—of the way my rootlets have been growing, and lately I’ve—I’ve been trying—” She hesitated, embarrassed.
Virginia had listened, her eyes growing brighter every moment.
“I think it’s a perfectly lovely idea, Dorothy,” she said, while Priscilla and Vivian nodded their approval. “And I’ve a secret just born—a lovely, lovely one—and it’s going to happen before very long! It just came with your thought of the hepatica!”
The others were properly mystified, but the owner of the secret would divulge nothing; and half an hour later, Caesar, having been rescued from the rose-bush, the four Vigilantes went home to help Vivian unpack.
CHAPTER XVIII—THE HEART-BROKEN MISS WALLACE
“Lucile, are you sure?”
“Virginia, if you ask me that again, I’ll believe you think I fib. Of course I’m sure!”
“Did you see him more than once, Lucile?”
“Priscilla, I’ve told you a dozen times that I saw him one whole afternoon long at Versailles. Isn’t that long enough to remember him, I’d like to know?”
“And Miss Wallace said when she introduced him—just what did she say, anyhow?”