Folks
in such places as these cling to every sensation, and fix it up to
suit themselves."
"But how will they find his assailant?" asked the girl, interested
for some unknown reason.
Cora glanced at Jack. "They will look for him of course," Jack
replied for his sister.
"Where was he hurt?" Laurel persisted.
"We have no reason to think he was hurt at all," said Jack
decidedly. "It's only rumor, and if you don't mind my dictation, I
should suggest that this be a forbidden subject. It is about the
worst thing either of you can think of."
"Right brother, always right!" said Cora. "Now let us go in and try
to make the girls happy with a little part of our story. You can
trust me, Laurel," she said aside. "I know just what they want to
know."
"Oh," breathed Bess, as Cora and Laurel entered the pretty, bright,
little sitting room, "is it possible that our troubles are over for
one night?"
"No, I see more kinds of trouble ahead," and of course she looked at
the irresistible and irrisisting Walter. "Don't they match?" aside
to Belle, whose ideas of color schemes and whose regard for the
beautiful were blamed for the inflection of nerves.
"They do," she agreed. "Her hair is just russet-brown, and her eyes
hazel. Oh, I have always loved that sort of face when it goes with
the olive skin."
"How did you know that I had named her Russet?" asked Jack, touching
with mock concern one stray yellow curl that threatened Belle's
sight.
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