"No."
"Whew! I'm glad to hear that. You love him, don't you?"
The answer came readily enough, and the blue eyes did not flinch, but the smile was a trifle fixed and the cheeks remained colorless.
"Why, of course. He's very nice."
"Lorelei!" Miss Demorest's fingers tightened; her voice was tragic, but she had no chance to say more, for Bob called just then from the living-room:
"Hurry back, girls. There's something burning, and I can't find the emergency brake."
When Adoree finally came forth in one of Lorelei's aprons—really a fetching garment, more like a house dress than an apron—Bob told her whom they were expecting as the other guest.
She paused with a bread-knife upraised.
"That—VIPER?" she cried.
"Campbell isn't a viper; he's a cricket—a dramatic cricket," declared
Bob.