"D'you know who that is?" Gusty whispered to Louise when she found time
to do so. The plump girl was vastly excited; her hands shook as she
set down the dishes. "That's Mr. Judson Bane."
"Yes. I chanced to meet Mr. Bane once, as I told you," smiled Louise,
keeping up the illusion of her own connection with the fringe of the
theatrical world.
"And Miss Louder and Miss Noyes have come. My, you ought to see
_them_!" said the emphatic waitress. "They've got one o' them
flivvers. Some gen'leman friend of Miss Noyes' lent it to 'em.
They're out now hunting what they call a garridge for it. That's a
fancy name for a barn, I guess. And dressed!" gasped Gusty finally.
"They're dressed to kill!"
"We shall have lively times around Cardhaven now, sha'n't we?" Louise
commented demurely.
"We almost always do in summer," Gusty agreed with a sigh. "Last
summer an Italian lost his trick bear in the pine woods 'twixt here and
Paulmouth and the young 'uns didn't darest to go out of the houses for
a week. Poor critter! When they got him he was fair foundered eating
green cranberries in the bogs.
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