He glanced at the card. On it was written the name of the hotel and the number of their room. A fleeting smile went over his face. Here those two good ladies had come straight to the same hotel where he was. He had had no need to worry at all with such a Guide. Why hadn't he remembered that God was able to work out things without his interference, able to make the crooked places straight, and the dark things plain in His own good time!
[CHAPTER XII]
WHEN Mrs. Sheldon had turned from speaking with Mrs. Oliver and her two charming daughters, she looked around the office in dismay.
"Why, where is Marguerite?" she asked with instant worry in her eyes. "She hasn't gone away?" and there was in her voice that quality of desperation which had made Mrs. Dunlap fear for her health more than once in the hours they had spent together.
She hastened to assure her.
"It's all right, Mrs. Sheldon. She's with Nelson Whitney. They've gone off together to do some sight seeing I think."
"But they don't know where we are that is they won't know how to find us. Nelson didn't—that is Marguerite won't—" She stopped in confusion, realizing that this would seem very strange talk to the onlooking Olivers about people who were supposed to be of the same party.
But Mrs. Dunlap was equal to the occasion.
"It's all right, my dear. I told them where we were going, wrote it down for them so they wouldn't make a mistake."
With relief, the weary mother relaxed the drawn look of her face and turned to the Olivers graciously.