No one whom she knew had seen her while
Sid Wilcox was in possession of her car--and of her.
Feeling this assurance she decided not to mention to any one at home
the fact of his having stolen the ride. She resolved to ask Paul to
keep it a secret, and she knew he would. As for Sid himself, if he
did boast of it, few would credit his story, for he did not bear a
very good reputation for truth, and he was constantly getting into
scrapes. Cora especially hoped Jack would not hear of the escapade.
Now Cora, who had been sitting in an easy chair, trying to read a
book, decided to take the hammock for a change. She did not feel
like reading.
She wore a simple frock of white muslin, and her hair was let down
in a most becoming fashion, in long, loose braids, all combining to
make her particularly girlish-looking.
Cora was taking what she called her "loll." This particular form of
rest, she always declared, was the only sort a healthy girl could
reasonably enjoy.
"When you rest, why, just rest," she used to say to Isabel Robinson,
who, on account of her nervous temperament, had rather been overdone
with "rest cure" ideas. Isabel delighted in such terms as
"relaxation" and "siesta," while Cora reveled in her "loll.
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