Part 11 (1/2)

”How ever did _you_ get here?” queried Grace, smiling.

Gladys gave Grace's cheek an affected peck with her lips.

”I have a better right to ask that question of you,” Gladys pouted, ”only I am not surprised. Harry Townsend came over from New London, yesterday, and told me you had arrived the night before. He went over with Hugh for the dance, but I didn't feel like going, so he came back early yesterday morning. I am amazed Hugh did not speak of it to you.”

”Oh, Mr. Post didn't know we had ever heard of Harry Townsend, or you either. We met most unexpectedly, and we had plenty of excitement of our own. I must tell you about it.”

At this moment, Hugh came over for Grace to introduce her to his mother.

”This is Miss Carter, mother,” he said. ”Will you introduce her to Mrs.

Erwin and father? She seems to know Gladys already.”

Harry Townsend had seen the newcomers, and came forward to speak to them with his most charming manner.

”Say, Townsend,” challenged Hugh, ”what made you run away from us? We thought, of course, you'd stay over for the dance. Thought that was your plan in going over to New Haven.”

Harry turned to Miss Stuart. ”I heard of your arrival in New Haven, the other evening,” he said. ”The fellows told me of your experiences; but I got away from the hotel too early next morning to pay my respects.”

”Then you didn't hear of the burglar, did you?” queried Hugh.

In spite of Miss Sallie's protestations the whole story had to be gone over again.

Barbara was talking to Ralph Ewing and had not looked at Harry Townsend during the conversation, until he came over to speak to her.

”I have half an idea, Miss Thurston,” he said, ”that you do not like me, and I am sorry. I was looking forward to our having good times together at Newport, as I am to be Mrs. Erwin's guest, with your cousin Miss Le Baron. Mrs. Post asked us on for the yacht trip a day or two sooner than we expected. We are all going up to Newport together.”

”Mr. Townsend,” said Barbara, her usually laughing, brown eyes now steadfast and serious, ”I wonder why you think I do not like you?”

”Miss Stuart,” begged Mrs. Post, after the governor had conducted the party over his trim little craft, ”you must stay and dine with us on board the yacht to-night. I refuse to take no for an answer. I wish I could keep you over until morning, but unfortunately the yacht is too small.”

Miss Sallie protested. No; they couldn't think of it. They had come aboard only for a call, and must get back to their hotel before night.

But Hugh swept all her arguments aside. He was an adored only son, and accustomed to having his own way. To tell the truth, Miss Sallie was not averse to the idea of staying; it was pleasant to be meeting Newporters in advance. Miss Stuart was a woman who thought much of appearances, and of this world's goods, and their new acquaintances seemed to have plenty of both.

”It's an ill wind,” she thought to herself, ”and I must say, for my young niece, that she has a habit of falling on her feet.”

But aloud Miss Sallie accepted the invitation with much decorum.

On the deck aft, where the young people had gathered, there was much laughter.

Gladys was really pleased to see Ruth. As for her cousins, they were a bore, but she had no idea of being openly rude to them. She simply meant to ignore them.

It was not easy to disregard two such popular girls. Barbara and Mollie seemed to be well able to get on without her patronage. Barbara was already smiling and chattering with Governor Post, while the boys described her mad ride of two days before.

”Father,” said Hugh, ”I forgot to introduce you to Miss Thurston by her proper t.i.tle, 'Miss Paul Revere.'”

”Harry,” asked Gladys, as they stood on the outside of the circle, ”don't you think it is disgusting the way that forward cousin of mine always manages to put herself before the public?”