Why should he stare over this
way so?"
"He knows me," replied Miss Blake, bowing vigorously to "Jones" who
was almost turned around in his chair in his determination to see
the Chelton party.
"He's mighty rude, I think," Walter complained again, leaning over
to speak to Cora who was just beyond Bess. "Do you feel the draft
from that window, Cora?" he asked.
"Oh I--" then she stopped. Something in Walter's voice told her
that it was not the window draft he was referring to. She glanced
across the room, and her eyes fell upon the man she had met at Jim
Peter's landing place.
"I think those seats over there--up near the stage are much
pleasanter," said Jack, who also saw that something was wrong.
"Suppose we change?"
"All right" assented Cora, taking the cue. "There are just four."
"I will stay here with Hazel, while you and Wallie go over there
with the girls," suggested Jack. "And say Wallie," he whispered,
"if I catch you fanning that young lady in the row ahead I'll--duck
you on the way home."
Walter apologized profusely for leaving Miss Blake. She evidently
was sorry that the window had been open for she was "so enjoying
talking of dear old Chelton." The place had only been thus
mentioned by herself.
"Who is that dark man?" Hazel inquired of Jack, for, as if his eyes
were magnets, every girl in the group felt they were riveted upon
her.
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