There's an adventure for you!" The ladies rose from the table.

As they passed into the drawing-room, a hand fell upon Mollie's shoulder.

Glancing back, she saw the face of Mrs.Carl Walraven, lighted with a malicious smile.
"Such a queer story, Mollie! And such an odd bride--undersized, very slender, golden ringlets--name, Mary! My pretty Cricket, I think I know where you passed that mysterious fortnight!".