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The luncheon bell rang at that moment. Eira, on the tiptoe of expectation, took her place quietly at table, and no one would have suspected the spirit of mischief which was largely mingled with her happy excitement. She spoke little, and only in her dancing eyes could anything unusual have been discerned.
Betty, on the contrary, was more talkative than her wont, and now and then Frances glanced at her in some perplexity, for Eira's suspicion that a hint as to Betty's probable whereabouts that morning had been given by the elder sister to Horace, when she met him for an instant, was well founded.