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This caused both Jack and Cecilia to laugh she Jack's cousin! Mrs. Salvey patted the child's head. "She is so much better lately," she said, "since she has been friends with Miss Thayer." "Her friendship is wonderful," said Jack, handing back the book. "It does me all sorts of good." Cecilia was pulling on her gloves. "That hand bag smells like " "Fresh eggs," she interrupted Jack.
So this was his scheme he would follow them to find the child's hiding place. Mrs. Salvey stepped into Cecilia's car. Her face was whiter than the widow's ruche she wore in her black bonnet. She trembled as Cecilia took her hand. What if she were making a mistake in trusting so much to this young girl, and so defying her antagonistic relatives!
Her brightness seemed infectious. Paul leaned upon his elbow, and Hazel was actually interested in Clip's new costume. "Yes," she went on. "You see, Mrs. Salvey has been called to account for Wren did you ever hear of anything so ridiculous? Those lawyer relatives of hers pretend to believe that Wren is being neglected because we have taken her away from the supposed care of that absurd doctor.
When Clip took Mrs, Salvey out they went directly to the Kimball home, nor were they now afraid of being followed by the threatening and insulting Rob Roland. Cora Kimball was turning away from the antique shop as indifferently as if nothing there interested her. The other girls looked at her aghast.
Cecilia was fairly "devouring the child." The others were plainly much interested. Belle, who evidently regarded the affair as her own particular "find," retained the slim hand of the invalid in that of her own healthy palm. Mrs. Salvey was smiling now even the great sad eyes were throwing out a light, although the light did come from dark and uncertain depths. Wren opened her book.
Without a doubt this was also the very thing Rob Roland intended to do. If only she could get Mrs. Salvey into her car. But if she should prefer to ride with her nephew. For some short distance Cecilia rode along without attempting conversation with the young man who was driving as close to her car as it was possible for him to do. Finally he spoke: "Have you ever been in a courtroom?" he asked.
"A child?" asked Cora, her heart fluttering. "Yes; and I rather suspect that you know her." He seemed about to laugh. "Uncle mentioned your brother's name in his invitation for me to go in on the case." "Oh, tell me," begged Cora, "is it Wren?" "Just let me see," and he looked over some letters. "It seems to me it was some such fantastical name yes, here it is. Her name is Wren Salvey."
"I only hope I shall be the lucky one for I feel a sort of premonition that some one in this party really will be the means of bringing little Wren the good news. I have a mental picture of the table. I shall know it instantly." "It would be very easy to recognize it," said Mrs. Salvey, opening the door as her visitors filed out. "The inlaid anchors are most conspicuous on the leaves."
"Paul is almost better," replied Cecilia, making an effort to get out of talking distance. But he knew exactly why she sent her machine ahead, and while too diplomatic to actually bar her way, he, too, opened the throttle to increase the speed of his car. It was very aggravating. Cecilia had expected to have an important talk alone with Mrs. Salvey.
Salvey long ago, when she lived by the sea with her father-in-law, Captain Salvey. Many a time had judge Cowles ridden in the little boat that the captain took such pride in demonstrating, for the boat was rigged up in an original way, and the captain was choice about his companions. "Why, Mrs. Salvey!" he exclaimed, with the most cordial voice. "I am surprised to see you!" Mrs.
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