Was I right?

by Mrs. O. F. Walton

[CHAPTER VIII.]

ALICE FITZGERALD.

I WENT back to Alliston Hall determined to be on the watch for the time to speak, and longing most earnestly for that time to come.

Evelyn welcomed me very warmly, and told me she had never known a fortnight pass so slowly.

"Have you many visitors here?" I asked.

"No," she said, "there is only Alice Fitzgerald; I did not know she was coming when you went away, but I found out she was staying with friends of hers not far-off, so I asked her to come here on her way home: her father is an old friend of papa's."

"Alice Fitzgerald!" I repeated. "Alice Fitzgerald, I wonder if it is the same!"

"The same as what, May?" she said, laughing at my astonishment. "Do you know an Alice Fitzgerald?"