CHAPTER XX.
"He wrote that he was coming home this week," said Pennoyer.
"Did he ?" asked Florinda indifferently.
"Yes.

Aren't you glad ?" They were still watching her face.
"Yes, of course I'm glad.

Why shouldn't I be glad ?" cried the girl with defiance.
They grinned.
"Oh, certainly.

Billie Hawker is a good fellow, Splutter.

You have a particular right to be glad." "You people make me tired," Florinda retorted.