"For a moment, it did not strike me that you were looking for Miss Osborn." Osborn glanced at the hollow in the hedge.

"It's curious you stopped at a spot where there was not much chance of your being seen." Grace turned, as if she meant to speak, but Kit resumed: "After all, I don't know that you are entitled to question what I do on a public road." "Certainly not," said Osborn, with forced quietness.

"I have, however, a right to question my daughter's choice of her acquaintances, and it looks as if I had some grounds for using my authority." He paused and turned to Grace.

"Your mother is waiting for you.

You had better go home." Grace hesitated, glancing at Kit.