"I found your fan," he told her, and laid it, a blaze of lovely color, on the table in front of her.
CHAPTER XIII
THE WHISTLING SALLY
I
Becky, as she journeyed towards the north, had carried with her a vision of a new and rather disturbing Randy—a Randy who, striding across the Hunt Room with high-held head, had delivered her fan, and had, later, asked for an explanation.
"How did he get it, Becky?"
She had told him.
"Why didn't you tell me when I came back and said I would go for it?"