She counted them again to make sure, and at once her fears were reawakened.

She turned to Dick, her face quite pale and her big eyes dark with forebodings.

So little now was needed to disquiet her.

"Who is the sixth ?" Dick came closer to her and put his arm about her waist.
"I don't know," he said gently; "but what can it matter to us, Stella?
Think, my dear!" "No, of course," she replied, "it can't make any difference," and she dipped her teaspoon once more into the caddy.

"But it's a little curious, isn't it ?--that your father didn't mention to you that there was another guest ?" "Oh, wait a moment," said Dick.