"The Morton girls know differently," averred Dick.
"Yes," said Evalani quietly, "They know now. They only suspected before. But they will never tell."
"Are you sure that they will not?" questioned Dick.
"Yes, I am sure," said Evalani, with a bitter little laugh. "I can safely trust them not to tell it, much as they would like to blacken my name with such a story."
"But why?" asked Dick.
Evalani only shook her head. "It would not work in with their plans and schemes," she said, "So you may surely trust them."
"Speaking of plans and schemes," rejoined Dick, grasping at the opening; "Bert Sands says that they are trying to get Mrs. Walters to take them to Europe for a year or so."
Evalani turned and looked at him, her eyes wide and gleaming in the dusk. "They are trying to get her to go to Europe with them?" she repeated slowly; "Oh, I hope not! Oh, she will not go, will she?"
"I don't know," said Dick; "Bert is afraid that she will."
"Afraid?" she questioned; "Mrs. Sands is afraid? What difference does it make to Mrs. Sands?"
"Only that she is so inordinately fond of Mrs.
