" His tones had distinctly more life in them and he had recovered his
usual bearing of the lordly but gallant male. His eyes were as stern as his
lips.
Alexina stared at him for a moment in amazement, then reflected that
apparently the stupider a man was the more difficult he was to understand.
She nodded amiably.
"No doubt I'll think of some other way out. Will let you know at dinner
time. Don't expect me at breakfast. Good-night."
CHAPTER XIII
I
Alexina was driving her little car up the avenue at Rincona on the
following morning when she saw Joan running toward her through the park and
signaling to her to stop.
"What is it?" she asked in some alarm as Joan arrived panting. "Any one
ill?"
"Not so's you'd notice it. Leave your car here and come with me. Sneak
after me quietly and don't say a word."
Much mystified, Alexina ran her car off the road and followed her niece
by a devious route toward the house. Joan interested her mildly; she had
fulfilled some of her predictions but not all. She did not go with the
"fast set" even of the immediate neighborhood; that is to say the small
group called upon, as they indubitably "belonged," but wholly disapproved
of, who entertained in some form or other every day and every night, played
poker for staggering stakes, danced the wildest of the new dances, made up
brazenly, and found tea and coffee indifferent stimulants.
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