"Oh, she's a star all right," Cecile said, with disgust in her tone.
"We've been a trio of sillies, ignoring _her_. Fordy's fallen on both
feet--only he's too dense to know it, I s'pose."
"Tell us!" commanded Prue. "Who is she?"
"She's no screen actress," answered the gloomy Cecile.
"Who is she, then?" gasped Marian.
"Sue Perriton says she is Mrs. Conroth's niece, and Mrs. Conroth is all
the Society with a capital letter there _is_. Now, figure it out,"
said Cecile tartly. "If you smarties had taken her up right at the
start----"
"But we didn't kno-o-ow!" wailed Marian.
"Go on!" commanded Prue grimly.
"Why, Miss Grayling's father is a big scientist, or something, at
Washington. Her mother happened to be born here on the Cape; she was a
Card. This girl is just stopping over there with that old fellow who
keeps the store--her half-uncle--for a lark. What do you know about
_that_?"
"My word!" murmured Marian.
"And Ford------"
"He's mamma's precious white-haired boy _this_ time," declared the
slangy Cecile.
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