"Yes, please, Aunty Vi," returned Bab. Her aunt's strategy she had not missed. It added to her growing curiosity. Something was going on.
Mrs. Lloyd again glanced at her husband. The two having exchanged a look, Mrs. Lloyd once more applied herself to her aunt. Some strong resolution seemed now to have armed her with determination.
"Aunt Vira, I was just speaking to you," she announced.
Without looking up from the teacups Miss Elvira murmured, "Were you?"
"I asked you," returned Mrs. Lloyd, "whether you'd sent that invitation."
"Yes, I heard you perfectly," Miss Elvira replied calmly.
"Well?"
"Well, what?" was the rejoinder.
An impasse evidently! Obviously the question Mrs. Lloyd seemed so determined to have answered Miss Elvira was just as determined she wouldn't answer. Bab's bewilderment grew. She had a curious feeling that somehow she had intimately to do with the matter, though what it was, so far she had not the slightest inkling. Why should anyone's presence at her dance disclose that person's motives? And the motives, what were they? She was still wondering, her face puckered into a frown, when she heard the thump of David's crutches in the hall, and a moment later David himself appeared at the door.