And she looks like one o' these sandpipers
ye see along shore. Look at that hat!"
"Ida May says she claims to be our niece," Prudence told him.
"I swan! I told you we was gettin' mighty popular."
Sheila, her limbs now trembling so that she feared she would fall,
took Queenie by the head and backed the carriage around. The old
mare would have to be put in her stall and the carryall run under
cover. But the girl was fearful of moving out of earshot.
Cap'n Ira and Prudence approached the real Ida May. The latter had
been staring at them, marveling. Unlike Sheila, almost everything
that Ida May Bostwick thought was advertised upon her face.
"My goodness!" considered Ida May. "What a pair of hicks!"
"You was lookin' for somebody named Ball, I cal'late?" Cap'n Ira
said within Sheila's hearing as she led the gray mare away.
She could not catch the reply. Whatever the real Ida May said, she
could not stand by to deny it. Besides, the matter must rest for the
present on the evidence, and she did not know yet how much proof Ida
May might be able to advance to strengthen her case. If it rested
upon mere assertion, then Sheila need merely deny its truth and hold
her own!
And, frightened as she was, that was exactly what Sheila intended to
do.
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