Perhaps I
wouldn't drive a little of the fear of justice into his narrow mind!"
They had lingered over their ice-cream, and although Carter drove at
a good speed, they found that unless they hurried they would be late
for dinner. It was one of Mrs. Littell's few unbreakable rules that
the girls must change into simple, light frocks for the evening meal,
and they went directly upstairs to take off their street clothes,
When they came down dinner had been announced and they went directly
to the table. They had so much to tell Mrs. Littell and she was so
interested that it was not until they were leaving the table that she
remembered what she had meant to ask Betty as soon as the girl came in.
"Betty, darling," she said comfortably, "you found your letter on
the hall table all right, didn't you?"
"Why, I never thought to look for mail," returned Betty in surprise.
"No, Mrs. Littell, I didn't stop in the hall. Was there a letter for
me?"
Mrs. Littell nodded and swept her family across the hall into the
living-room, saying something to her husband in a low voice. Betty
hurried to the console table where the mail was always laid on a
beaten silver tray. The solitary letter lying there was addressed to
her.
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