Queenie tore off the paper and a box was revealed. She took off the lid with a trembling hand. Within the box lay the painted fan she had sold an hour ago to the dealer on —— Street.
"What is this?" said Georgina, stooping down.
She picked up a card that had fallen from the box. Upon it was written in a clear, bold, manly hand:
"From an unknown admirer of Miss Queenie Lyle."
"Someone has sent your painted fan back to you," exclaimed Mrs. Lyle. "How kind! But who could it have been?"
"Queenie has caught a beau!" said Georgina, laughing.
Involuntarily Queenie's thoughts reverted to the dark-eyed stranger who had looked at her in the store, but she said nothing.