CHAPTER XI FLIRTATIONGLANCING from her window, Dorothy saw Mabel and Leila strolling across the lawn deeply engrossed in conversation.
"Perhaps they've heard something!" she said to herself. "I'll get dressed early and go down."
Had she heard what the two were saying, she might not have cared to go down so soon, for they were talking of her.
"She's a dear," said Leila, "and I hate to realize what a little flirt she is."
"She's so pretty, she can't help it," said Mabel. "But she ought to have a little regard for the proprieties."
"Why, what has she done so very dreadful?"
"Oh, it isn't so very dreadful, but it doesn't look well."
"What is it? Tell me."
"Well, don't you breathe it, but last night, awfully late, I saw her creeping slyly downstairs."
"Why, she was in my room until we
