Chapter VIIIt was nearly noon when the telephone tinkled at last showing that the line was open again. Thurly was on the wire to say he would not be back to lunch. They had found the Widow Frailey was entirely snowed under, and were still at work digging her out. They had been able to reach her door and found that she was all right, but there was still a lot of digging to make her place habitable, and not all the men could stay that afternoon.
Marget turned back to her guest, her heart at rest. She was not anxious that Thurly should return to the society of this attractive girl. She had put the matter of the gold slipper into the hands of her Father, but perhaps this was the way He was going to handle it.
As she hung up the receiver and turned around there was Tasha standing beside her.
