A few more turns brought them to the widow’s house, and, to their amazement, they saw Letty Green coming down the marble steps, gayly dressed, and looking quite as prosperous as Cullen, a look of satisfaction on her pert little face.
Daisie and Annette looked at each other with a vague suspicion in their eyes, and the latter cried, in a troubled voice:
“Don’t let us speak to the girl—oh, don’t!”
But again Daisie sprang from her wheel in front of the approaching girl, exclaiming sharply:
“Stop, Letty Green, I wish to speak to you!”
Letty paused, with an insolent smile, and swept them both a curtsy.
“I’m sure I’m glad to see you again, Mrs. Sherwood and Miss Janowitz.”
Daisie spoke again, and a strange impulse made her exclaim coolly:
“Letty, we saw Cullen waiting for you at the corner. So you married him, after all?”
Imposed on by the quietly assertive tone, and supposing Cullen had confessed the truth, Letty answered falteringly: