“Not at all! Well, I am tired and don’t want to meet any young ladies.”
“But this one already knows you,” and Philippe produced Judy’s card.
“Miss Julia Kean,” Jo read in amazement. “How did she get out here, anyhow? Where is she?”
“Over here with my mother,” and Philippe looked with some amusement at the evident blush that spread over Jo’s freckled cheeks. She still had on the grotesque cap and goggles which would have made recognition of her difficult. She wanted very much to see Judy. She wanted to hear something of her Polly, too, and she intended to have Judy look him up if possible, and report to her.
“Will you see her?”
“Sure!”
“Miss Kean is a charming girl, Williams, isn’t she?” said the quizzing Philippe, looking searchingly at his companion as they made their way across the field.
“You bet!” said Jo.
“Have you known her long?”
“Quite a while,” and Jo’s cheeks again were suffused with a dark flush.