"
"We were," Peter said. "And so--you were in the store even then?
Nobody told me."
"I hoped they wouldn't."
It was his turn to be silent, understanding Eileen's dream. Raygan
must have talked to her about the girl. But there would have been
nothing to say, if Ena had not said it first. Ena had "explained
things" to Raygan, perhaps--and then---
An old impression came back to Peter. He remembered Ena's protest
against his friendship for a "dressmaker," and her kindness later. He
remembered asking himself on the dock if Ena could have made mischief.
He had put the thought away as treacherous, not once, but many times.
Now he did not put it away. He faced it, and wondered if he could
ever forgive his sister. It seemed at that moment that he never could.
"Will you choose the cloak for Mrs. Rolls?" Win was asking in the
professional tone of the obliging young saleswoman.
"I--er--yes, I suppose so. Which one do you suggest?"
"Any of these would be charming for--the lady you've described. She'd
like it better, I'm sure, if you chose it yourself."
"No, I want you to choose, please. I've already told her about you. If
it hadn't been for her I shouldn't have found you so soon.
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