Chapter Five.
Jean Runs Away.
The next day Jean displayed an inexplicable unwillingness to accept Edith Morton’s invitation to dinner. All morning she affected to expect a letter announcing a cancelling of the plan. When afternoon came and no letter arrived, she fell back upon the usual feminine subterfuge.
“I think,” she announced thoughtfully, “I’m almost sure, I have a headache!”
The two girls were seated alone in the upstairs boudoir, and anything less suffering than Jean’s appearance would have been difficult to imagine. Vanna smiled, and put an incredulous question:
“Poor, puzzled darling. It is trying for you. How do you manage to decide these knotty points?”
For answer Jean ducked her head, and shook it violently from side to side. This singular process over, she raised a flushed, sparkling face, and pronounced slowly:
“Yes, it does; I can feel it. I can always tell when I do that.”