Come on,--I'll tell you the rest as we go." They didn't break the speed laws, as their car flew down to New York, but it was only because that would have meant delay in reaching their goal.

About mid-afternoon they arrived at Miss Grayson's apartment and surprised Azalea by entering the room where she sat.
"You naughty girl!" cried Patty,--but as she noted Azalea's pale face and worried, harassed eyes, she just clasped her in her arms, with a little crooning murmur of affection.
"It's all right, whatever it is," she reassured, for Azalea turned big, frightened eyes on Farnsworth.
"You bet it's all right!" Philip cried, as he stepped eagerly forward.
With a tired little sigh, Azalea put her hand in his.

"How did you find me ?" she began, but Van Reypen said, "Never mind that, now.

You just come back home with us,--and first thank Miss Grayson prettily for her kindness to you." Miss Grayson, a pretty, round-faced girl, was greatly interested in the dramatic situation, and though she disclaimed any occasion for thanks, yet she very much wanted to know what it was all about.
"I already like Miss Adams too well to let her go entirely out of my life," she said, with spirit.

"I claim my right to know a little about it." "It _is_ your right," said Farnsworth, "and first of all this runaway of ours is not Miss Adams, but Miss Thorpe." "No," said Azalea, with an air of decision, "I'm _not_ Miss Thorpe,--and I _am_ Alice Adams." "Flighty," said Farnsworth, "and no wonder.