"
She had no idea--nor had Nan Sherwood herself--that it lay within Linda's
power, if it did in her wish, to injure Nan further. But Fate weaves
strange webs of ordinary circumstances and that very evening Nan Sherwood
came in close contact with Linda Riggs again, and the incident savored of
a new peril, as keen as it was unexpected.
Walter was a minute late at the dinner table that night and as he slid
into his seat beside Nan, after excusing himself to his mother and
receiving her absolution in a smile, he whispered to Nan:
"What's 'on' for after dinner?"
"I really do not know of anything, Walter," she replied, smiling. "Don't
you suppose we girls ever want to keep quiet? This visit to your house
has been one continual round of pleasure--"
"Yes. You get _your_ pleasure out of rescuing kids from the street,
chasing runaway horses, hunting for runaway girls, and playing Sister of
Charity to sick people. Say! your idea of pleasure, Nan Sherwood, is
simply funny. Now, I've got something on for this evening, if you, and
Bess, and Grace--and the kid, of course--want to go. But no crowd. My
exchequer will not stand it.
"I'm running low in funds and father won't let _me_ overdraw my
allowance, although he lets Grace do it almost every month. He says a
girl hasn't any head for figures, anyway, and she's to be excused.
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