“I know her quite well,” said young Sanborn; “have known her a good many years, and have never known anything against her.”
“Isn’t she rather queer?” asked Chick.
“Oh, I don’t know but that she is in some of the things she does. She goes in for things that most of the young women do not. She rides, fences, drives tandems and four-in-hands, shoots, is gymnastic, and boxes—in fact, she goes in for all sorts of out-door sports. In that way, she is one of the new women.”
“She and her brother are great chums?” asked Chick.
“There’s no doubt of that,” said young Sanborn. “They’re very chummy. Travel together a good deal.”
Young Sanborn suddenly turned sharply on Chick, looking at him very intently, and then said:
“Oh, I say, here! Why, yes, I forgot.”
He stopped a moment to think, and then said:
“I see that you have got onto a little thing that escaped my memory. A year ago or more Julia Rainforth made a dead set for Ellison. She was so sweet on him that she followed him up constantly, put herself in his way to such an extent that people talked about it. But it’s all over, and has been since the time the engagement of my cousin and Ellison was announced.”
“You are sure of that?” asked Chick.