"Capital!" Huntington assented, replying only to the second part of her question. "Is the secret-service department ready to make its report?"
"I've found the girl," she announced bluntly; "but I imagine you know already who she is."
"The girl Connie is going to marry?" Huntington simulated a proper attitude of interrogation.
"The girl he thinks he wants to marry," she corrected.
"Oh! he only thinks so. That's it, is it?"
Edith raised her eyes from the toe of her buckskin shoe, which she had been poking vigorously with her sunshade, and smiled brightly.
"Yes," she said; "that's it."
"You speak with conviction."
"Well," Edith explained, "I know Mr. Cosden better now than when the Society last met. He wants to get married, and he thinks he has picked out the right girl, but—"
"But—what?"