“Frances,” called Molly again.
Frances opened her eyes and sat up.
“Is anything the matter?” she asked.
Molly went up to the bedside. Even in the moonlight she could see that Frances’ eyes were swollen with crying.
“I was afraid you were ill,” whispered Molly. “Why didn’t you come to the spread?”
“I had a bad headache. It’s better now. Good night.” Molly crept off to her room.
Was it Frances, after all, who had broken up her party?
Molly was inclined to think it was not, and yet——
“At any rate, we’ll give her the benefit of the doubt, Nance,” she whispered.
But there were no doubts in Nance’s mind.