"
With a laugh, she ended the play, saying, "My will is that you and Mr.
King come, to-morrow evening, for supper with Miss Willard and me. Brian
Oakley and Mrs. Oakley will be there. I want you too."
The men looked at each other in doubt.
"Really, Miss Andres," said the artist, "we--"
The girl interrupted with one of her flash-like changes. "I have invited
you. You _must_ come. I shall expect you." And before either of the men
could speak again, she sprang lightly across the little stream, and
disappeared through the willow wall.
"Well, I'll be--" The novelist checked himself, solemnly--staring blankly
at the spot where she had disappeared.
The artist laughed.
"What do you think of it?" demanded Conrad Lagrange, turning to his
friend.
Aaron King, packing up his things, answered, "I think we'd better go."
Which opinion was concurred in by Brian Oakley who dropped in on them that
evening.
Chapter XX
Myra's Prayer and the Ranger's Warning
That same afternoon, while Sibyl Andres was making music for Aaron King in
the spring glade, Brian Oakley, on his way down the canyon, stopped at the
old place where Myra Willard and the girl were living.
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