In the corridor,
however, a change come over her small childish face. Her blue eyes
became full of angry flame and she clenched her baby hand and shook it
in the direction of the closed door.
"Oh, Maggie Oliphant, what a deceiver you are!" she murmured. "You
think that I'm a baby and notice nothing, but I'm on the alert now,
and I'll watch-- and watch. I don't love you any longer, Maggie
Oliphant. Who loves being snubbed? Oh, of course, you pretend you
don't care about that letter! But I know you do care; and I'll get
hold of all your secrets before many weeks are over, see if I don't!"
CHAPTER VIII
THE KINDEST AND MOST COMFORTING WAY
MAGGIE was once more alone. She stood quite still for nearly half a
minute in the center of her room. Her hands were clasped tightly
together. The expression of her face and her attitude showed such
intense feeling as to be almost theatrical. This was no acting,
however; it was Maggie's nature to throw herself into attitudes before
spectators or alone. She required some vent for all her passionate
excitement, and what her girl friends called Miss Oliphant's poses may
have afforded her a certain measure of relief.
After standing still for these few seconds, she ran to the door and
drew the bolt; then, sinking down once more in her easy-chair, she
took up the letter which Rosalind Merton had brought her and began to
read the contents.
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