"
"He has paid. He sent father the money and said he was going back to
England at once."
"So, ho! I understand now. My sister has been deserted, jilted,
snubbed, and her Sawyer pride is hurt. If you'd written me that I'd
be in Fernborough now, and so would Quincy and Alice. Florence, it
was mean of you to send such a bloodcurdling telegram for so simple a
thing."
"But that isn't all," cried Florence. "When the check for five
hundred dollars that father gave him came back it had been raised to
five thousand, and father has lost all that money. Oh, it is all
over, and I shall never see him again."
Another paroxysm of sobs, and a flood of tears. Maude's sisterly
sympathy was, at last, aroused.
"Don't take on so, Flossie. Perhaps he didn't do it after all."
"But father is so indignant. Think of his being paid back with his
own money."
Maude could not help laughing. "That was rather nervy, I'll admit.
But that very fact makes me think he's innocent."
She didn't really think so, but Florence was likely to go into
hysterics and something must be done.
"You know his address. You had better write to him and see what he
has to say for himself."
"I can't. Father says if I have any further communication with him,
directly, or indirectly, he'll disown me."
"Well, wait awhile. Father'll calm down in time. Cheer up, Flossie,
dry your eyes, and do put some powder on your nose.
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