"It is, alas! too true," she answered, sadly. "Mrs. Perkins is a very high-tempered woman, and when I attempted to explain to her why I was going out so suddenly, she became terribly alarmed at the idea of my being carried off by a detective. She hinted broadly that I must have committed some dreadful crime, and discharged me on the spot."
"The wretch!" cried all three of the gentlemen in chorus, and Teddy, recalling his native gallantry, hastened to place a chair for the young girl.
"Pray sit down, miss," he began.
"Miss Daisy Lynn, permit me to present to you Mr. Carew and Mr. Darrell," said the detective.
Daisy bowed as she sunk into the chair; but Teddy Darrell stopped and stared as if he had seen a ghost.
"Daisy Lynn!" he echoed.
"Daisy Lynn!" cried Uncle Ben.
Both had heard the story of unfortunate Daisy Lynn, and explanations followed all around. The tender-hearted girl ceased weeping for herself to pity the fair young girl who had suffered so bitterly in her stead.
Then Jack Wren, who, now that everything was explained, no longer suspected Daisy of insanity, spoke his mind.