"Ida May, what did you say you sold in that store? You worked
for Hoskin & Marl, didn't you?"
"Ye-es. I--I was in the silverware and jewelry department,"
stammered Sheila, the question coming so unexpectedly that she could
not exercise consideration before making answer.
"Now, is that so?" cried Prudence. "That must have been nice. To
handle all them pretty things. But lace is pretty, too," she added,
turning quickly to the guest again. "I expect you find it so."
The old woman was startled into silence by the expression she saw
upon Ida May's face. The latter was glaring across the table at
Sheila. No other word could so express the intense and malevolent
look in those greenish-brown eyes and on that sharp countenance.
Sheila's gaze was enthralled as well by Ida May's sudden emotion.
She half rose from her chair. But her strength left her limbs again,
and she fell back into the seat.
"What's the matter, Ida May?" demanded Cap'n Ira, in wonder and
alarm.
The real Ida May sprang up with a shriek. She shook her hand at
Sheila and for a moment could not articulate. Then she said:
"I know her now! I knew I'd seen that creature before and I thought
I'd remember what and who she is.
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