“But aren’t the people the Government?”
“I hope not.”
“Ah, so Miss Carter has opened fire on you, too, has she?” laughed de Lestis. “If there were more fighters like her among the Allies, poor Germany would have her banners trailing in the dust by now.”
“I did not mean to be rude to Mr. Herz,” said Douglas. “I am too prejudiced in favor of France and England to remember my manners. If I have injured you, I beg your pardon,” and she gave the secretary her hand in good-by.
He blushed like a schoolgirl and stammered out some unintelligible something.
De Lestis renewed his attentions to Helen just as though he had not been hovering over her sister with tender nothings.
“He is a flirt!” thought Helen. “I think I can give him as good as he sends, but I am beginning to hate him.” She dimpled to his remarks, however, and as she bade him good-by at the door she smiled saucily into his eyes.
“To think of that man’s being willing to ruin his roof line,” sighed Mr. Carter as he and his daughters started on their homeward walk. “Just look how beautiful it is,” pointing to the old chimneys where the roof melted into the sky.
“It is a shame,” cried Helen. “But how cold it is! There now, I left my gloves on the library table.”
“Run back and get them, honey; Douglas and I will wait for you here by the stile.”