Wilcox,
or, rather, to see him pass in a new automobile. He did not
see me. I did not want him to.
M. D."
"Of all things!" exclaimed Cora, dropping the letter into her lap.
"Just like every other girl on earth. Tells you what she wants you
to know, but never says a word about what you want to find out. I've
a good mind to let Jack read this letter. He might know what would
be best to do."
Then she hesitated. Cora always did hesitate before taking an
important step, just as she always stopped and looked around when
leaving her room--to see if she had forgotten anything, or if she
had left it all right.
"But it does look strange," she reasoned. "Yet I would trust Mary.
She has such an honest face. I will just tell Jack the whole thing."
Picking up the letter she hurried back to the porch.
There sat Walter Pennington and Ed Foster with her brother.
Concealing one expression of surprise, and another of disappointment
that Jack was not alone, Cora greeted the young men pleasantly and
invited them in to dinner, an invitation which Jack, in his
rough-and-ready fashion had given by asking his chums to stay to
dine.
Mrs. Kimball was preparing for a little trip, and though very busy
she warmly greeted her son's friends, and entertained them, as she
knew so well how to.
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