She did not wish to alarm Dale with her suspicions yet.
"There, Dale--yes, put it in the drawer of the table--that will reassure Lizzie.

Lizzie, you might make us some lemonade, I think--Miss Dale must be thirsty after her long, hot ride." "Yes, Miss Cornelia," said Lizzie, recovering her normal calm as the revolver was shut away in the drawer of the large table in the living-room.

But she could not resist one parting shot.

"And thank God it's lemonade I'll be making--and not bandages for bullet wounds!" she muttered darkly as she went toward the service quarters.
Miss Van Gorder glared after her departing back.

"Lizzie is really impossible sometimes!" she said with stately ire.