"
From behind her own sheltering veil of ink-black hair, Alice
laughed.
"Cooee, you are a dear; but you're rather a trial," she said slowly.
"However, now that you are here, I think I shall ask the P. M. O. to
set you to work to watch over the needs of Mr. Weldon. He won't be
here much longer; but, while he stays, I shall consider him your
patient." Then, brushing aside the veil, she bent forward and
touched her lips to her cousin's cheek.
"Might I ask what brought you up here, Miss Dent?" Weldon asked, the
next day.
Beside him sat Ethel, her hands demurely clasped in the lap of her
broad white apron.
"My cousin's invitation," she replied.
"Then Miss Mellen knew you were coming?"
"Yes. She asked me to come, early in the winter."
"Strange she said nothing about it! We were talking about you, only
yesterday."
"She didn't know, even then, that I was so imminent," Ethel
answered. "I took her quite by surprise, at the last."
"A surprise all around, then," he said, with a boyish laugh. "I was
astonished to find Miss Mellen here, and you must have been equally
astonished to find me. If only Captain Frazer would appear, our old
quartette would be complete.
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