I just want to tell you that she threw Phil
over in perfectly horrid way. She hasn't any right to lay the ghost of a
claim to him, has she, Tom?"
"Nary a claim," said Tom Levering earnestly. "Why, even you, Polly,
couldn't serve me as she did Phil, and ever get me back again. If I were
you, Miss Comstock, I'd send my mother to talk with her and I'd stay
here."
Tom had gauged Mrs. Comstock rightly. Polly put her arms around Elnora.
"Let me go with you, dear," she begged.
"I promised I would speak with her alone," said Elnora, "and she must be
considered. But thank you, very much."
"How I shall love you!" exulted Polly, giving Elnora a parting hug.
The girl slowly and gravely walked back to the willow. She could not
imagine what was coming, but she was promising herself that she would be
very patient and control her temper.
"Will you be seated?" she asked politely.
Edith Carr glanced at the bench, while a shudder shook her.
"No. I prefer to stand," she said. "Did Mr. Ammon give you the ring you
are wearing, and do you consider yourself engaged to him?"
"By what right do you ask such personal questions as those?" inquired
Elnora.
"By the right of a betrothed wife. I have been promised to Philip Ammon
ever since I wore short skirts. All our lives we have expected to marry.
An agreement of years cannot be broken in one insane moment. Always he
has loved me devotedly. Give me ten minutes with him and he will be mine
for all time.
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