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"No hurry," Helen answered with a quizzical smile, and she watched Mae Smith clamber joyously on a street car to ride two blocks and spend the fare that Helen had walked eight blocks to save.
The next morning he turned to the moving-picture columns of the Chicago Tribune, the Herald, and the other papers, and he found that Kedzie was celebrated there with enthusiasm by Kitty Kelly, "Mae Tinee," Mrs. Parsons, and the rest of the critics of the new art. On Sunday several of her interviews appeared, and her portraits, in eminent company.
Beryl Mae was giggling heartily until she caught Henrietta's eye like a cobra's. "The refreshments was handed round peaceful enough, with the ladies pressing sardine sandwiches and chocolate cake and cups of coffee on to Wilfred and asking him interesting questions about his adventurous life in the open.
"And when may the tide come in?" asked Julia innocently. "Some time A. M.," said Mae, hiding her concern with a brave show of indifference. "Do you mean to say we must stay out here all night?" gasped Helen. "I hate to say it, but it may be true," said Mae slowly. "Still, a launch may loom up. Any provisions left?"
And Norman, still holding her tightly, bent his hand, with hers clasped in it, to the sand, and after the Mae Madden, he wrote another name, so that it read: MAE MADDEN MANN.
Your sister is young and quick." Now, it was Eric's turn to wince. Was he giving this fellow the impression that he thought his sister's opinions would affect him? Horrible suspicion! Boys always fancy everybody in love with their sister. He must cure that at once. "Of course," he replied quickly, "I know you and Mae never agree, that you barely stand each other.
"Indeed," cried Mae, impulsively, "I wish I could always enter a church to say my prayers. There is so much to help one there." "Is there any danger of your becoming a Romanist?" enquired Mrs. Jerrold, pushing the matter further. "I wish there were a chance of my becoming anything half as good, but I am afraid there isn't.
Notice my knowledge in this line, Miss Mae. You ought to be ashamed, Eric, to have spoken of it." "Isn't it all a joke?" asked Mae, pushing her head out of the window again, to hide the sudden white terror in her face. "I didn't suppose Americans fought duels when they were off pleasuring."
Here Mae seated herself, for she was on the Pincio by this time, and looked off at the view, at that wonderful view of St. Peter's, the Tiber, all the domes and rising ruins and afar the campagna. "I wouldn't make my Heaven here," thought this dreadful Mae, "not if it is beautiful. I'd not stay here a single other day.
"I I " she began, and just at this very inauspicious moment, while she sat there, flushed, by the stranger's side, the clatter of swiftly-approaching wheels sounded, and a carriage turned the corner, containing Mrs. Jerrold, Edith, Albert, and Norman Mann. They all saw her. Mae laughed. It was such a dreadful situation that it was funny, and she laughed again.
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