CHAPTER IV
THE BACKWARD GLANCE
The next twenty-four hours were spent in delightful speculation. So her name was Cecily Marlowe! Was she any relation of Miss Benedict? “Marlowe” and “Benedict” were certainly dissimilar enough.
“But then she might be a relation on Miss Benedict’s mother’s side,” suggested Marcia.
“Does it sound likely when you think what she said just at the last—that she didn’t know why she was there?” replied Janet, scornfully. “She couldn’t be in doubt about it if she were a relation, either come on a visit or there to stay!” Which argument settled that question.
“But where do you suppose she has come from?” marveled Marcia. “She said she’d always lived in a little country village, and she didn’t know a thing about American money. She’s foreign—that’s certain. Even h
