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There were three windows overhead, and one or two attics in the roof. The houses were very compact; they were new, and were called by ambitious names. For instance, the house where the Weldons lived went by the ambitious name of Sans Souci. All through the walk Susy chatted for the benefit of her companion.
"I wouldn't wear them if you were to give them. I hope I have some proper pride." "Pride of the most proper sort," said Kathleen, dancing before her. "And I do hope, also, that you won't make yourself a merry-andrew or a figure of fun at the Weldons' to-night. It will be in extremely bad taste.
Weldon could not help wondering, as he walked away, if possibly he and his friends had been deceived in A. Jones of Sangoa. The doubt was but momentary, yet it had forced itself into his mind. On Saturday afternoon they all made a visit to the prisoner and tried to cheer him. Again on Sunday they called the Stantons and Merricks and Weldons and all.
Altogether it was a very bizarre and fascinating little figure that appeared that evening at the Weldons' hall door. Over her showy dress she wore a long opera-cloak, so that at first her splendors were not fully visible. This gaily dressed little person entered a room full of sober people. The effect was somewhat the same as though a gorgeous butterfly had flown into the room.
The party broke up, the Stantons and Weldons going to their rooms. Beth also rose. "Are you coming to bed, Patsy?" she inquired. "Not just now," her cousin replied. "Between us, we've rubbed Uncle John's fur the wrong way and he won't get composed until he has smoked his good-night cigar. I'll sit with him in this corner and keep him company."
Montrose as one of his former acquaintances in New York, where she had been a near neighbor to the Weldons. The girls, who proved to be her nieces instead of her daughters, were named Maud and Florence Stanton, Maud being about eighteen years of age and Florence perhaps fifteen.
Next morning Uncle John and the Weldons including the precious baby went for a ride into the mountains, while Beth and Patsy took their embroidery into a sunny corner of the hotel lobby. It was nearly ten o'clock when A. Jones discovered the two girls and came tottering toward them. Tottering is the right word; he fairly swayed as he made his way to the secluded corner.
The box seemed to fill up every crevice of her heart, as she expressed it, and it was a very happy girl who dressed to go to the Weldons' that evening. Kathleen was intensely affectionate, and would have done anything in the world to please Mrs. Tennant; but when it came to wearing a very quiet gray dress with a little lace round the collar and cuffs, she begun to demur.
He could not be sure: he thought there was an officer named Weldon killed oh, yes! he remembered there were two Weldons one killed, one wounded, but he did not know which was in the Leicesters. 'Tell us about Mafeking, said someone else.
The day advanced to luncheon time and Uncle John and the Weldons came back from their mountain trip. Hollywood is in the foothills and over the passes are superb automobile roads into the fruitful valleys of San Fernando and La Canada. "Seen anything of the boy A. Jones?" inquired Arthur. "Yes; and perhaps we've seen the last of him," answered Beth. "Oh. Has he gone?" "No one knows.
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