Just then the visitor turns around and deliberately surveys the pretty culprit.
"Nothing wrong in keeping along with the times, Miss Litchfield," he says pleasantly; and Zoe casts him a grateful glance from the pretty blue eyes, whose color no one can tell the exact shade. Any one who will defend her pet bang is Zoe's friend.
"I will tell you some other time how this wretched dress got torn. Surely you will trust me enough to know I will tell you the truth, and the exact truth about it." And Zoe turns to walk into the house, her head thrown proudly up, with the torn frill of her white gown trailing after her.
CHAPTER V.
FORTUNE TELLING.
"Lady, cross the Gipsy's hand with gold,
She will to you the future unfold."
—Mae.
"What a beautiful spot! how lovely if we could go on shore and investigate."