Suddenly, however, she realized that L'Enfant Terrible was
standing up in the driver's seat and beckoning to her.
"Oh, Miss Grayling!" shrilled Cecile. "May I come up? I want to speak
to you."
"No," commanded Prue firmly, preparing to step out of the car. "I will
speak to Miss Grayling myself."
"I don't see why she can't come down," drawled Marian, the languid.
"_I_ have a message for her."
"Why!" ejaculated the surprised Louise, "if you all wish to see me I'd
better come down, hadn't I?" and she left the window at once.
She had remarked on the few occasions during the last few days that she
had met the Tapp sisters on the beach, that they had seemed desirous of
being polite to her--very different from their original attitude; but
so greatly taken up had Louise's mind been with more important matters
that she had really considered this change but little.
Therefore it was with some curiosity that she descended the stairs and
went around by the yard gate to the side of the automobile.
"Dear Miss Grayling," drawled Marian, putting out a gloved hand.
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