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"Oh, excuse me," murmured Cora. "Miss Osborne, let me present to you Mr. Edward Foster just plain Ed, mostly." "The plainer the better," observed the newcomer, as he bowed to Marita. "But what's it all about, Jack? No, there's no use asking him," he murmured as he noted Cora's brother resuming his interrupted conversation with the little girl. "Will someone please enlighten me?"
They had a hidden fear that something else disgraceful might happen; perhaps the judge would detain the boys, or perhaps the girls would have to go in to testify. Cora's mind was pre-occupied however, and when the Petrel started off, and Jack asked her where to, she said back to Fern Island.
"I know she does, 'cause Molly Hastings went up and deliberately kissed her cheek and she said she could taste it awfully!" "Cora's a very silly girl. Anyway, if she lives up to the rules of the competition she won't need any artificial color she'll have a bloom that money couldn't buy!" "Well, I'm not going to bother about the silly award," declared Isobel. "Grind myself to death no, indeed!
"What you want to lop around here for? Such a grant evening. Why don't you put on your things and run downtown, or over to Cora's or somewhere, hm?" "What for?" listlessly. "What for! What does anybody go out for!" "I don't know." If they could have talked it over together, these two, the girl might have found relief. But the family shyness of their class was too strong upon them. Once Mrs.
Cora's face turned strangely white, and she began swaying, as does a tree that a woodsman has nearly cut through. A moment later the overwrought girl staggered and almost fell into Walter's arms. "Hello!" cried Jack, springing forward to his sister's aid. "I never knew Cora to do that before. Is she hurt, Walt?" "No; only shocked, I guess."
Nigel gladly accepted Cora's offer. Nearly a month had passed since the scout set out, and fears were entertained that he had perished.
"Well, I did it," replied Cora, glad that she had come out of the affair with such flying colors. Walter took Ed's place at the steering wheel of the Whirlwind, and the fisherman seated himself beside Jack. Then Walter ran Cora's car out of the mire of the meadow and into the road, the three girls remaining in the machine.
Then there came a jolt, a ripping sound, and Cora's big, four- cylindered machine banged into the Streak, for, in spite of all Cora and Walter could do, the Whirlwind could not be stopped in time. But, fortunately, the damage to the large car was not great, for as she saw that a collision was inevitable, Cora had quickly shifted the wheel, and but a glancing blow had been struck.
In the daytime he could not go in the front yard, but Cora's window would open and a tenderly smiling Cora lean out to call affectionately, "Don't walk on the grass darling little boy!" Or, she would nod happily to him and begin to sing: "Oh come beloved, love let me press thee, While I caress thee In one long kiss, Lolita. . . . " One terror still hung over him.
She realized the maid's power and, in her frank and open manner, loved her rival. Despite the fact that they were rivals, the girls became friends, and as Adelpha had learned more of Cora's trials, she gave her the full sympathy of her warm, loving heart. Sarah Williams, who watched them with no little interest, asked herself: "I know he loves both. Can a man wed two?
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