"I doubt if Eudora tells, if he does call--that is, not unless
something definite happens," said Anna.
"No," remarked Amelia, sadly. "Eudora is a dear, but she is very
silent with regard to her own affairs."
"She ought to be," said Sophia, with her married authority. She
was, to her sisters, as one who had passed within the shrine and
was dignifiedly silent with regard to its intimate mysteries.
"I suppose so," assented Anna, with a soft sigh. Amelia sighed
also. Then she took the tea-tray out of the room. She had to
make some biscuits for supper.
Meantime Eudora was pacing homeward with the baby-carriage. Her
serene face was a little perturbed. Her oval cheeks were flushed,
and her mouth now and then trembled. She had, if she followed
her usual course, to pass the Wellwood Inn, but she could
diverge, and by taking a side street and walking a half-mile
farther reach home without coming in sight of the inn. She did
so to-day.
When she reached the side street she turned rather swiftly and
gave a little sigh of relief. She was afraid that she might meet
Harry Lawton.
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