Looranna by M.A. Mccarter — Read

"Really, Rose, I think it is a shame for Ma to be keeping that Miss Moore; Jack looked astonished when she got out of the train. I know he was bewitched by her beauty, for she is beautiful; and for a minute he could not speak. Then, after we got into the car and were on our way, I looked at him sideways, and his face was pale. I said, 'Jack, why are you so silent ?' He did not answer for a second or two, as if he did not hear me; then I nudged him and he said to me, 'Clarence, what is she doing at your place? Is she a guest?' 'Whom?' I asked. 'Grace,' he said; and then, correcting himself, "Miss Moore,' he went on. 'Is she your mother's guest? You did not tell me.' 'My mother's guest!' I said. 'No! she is my mother's servant. But, why? Have you met her before ?' I asked. You know I had not mentioned her name, and I wondered how he knew it. His face looked so agitated for a minute, and then he said, 'No, no!' quite coolly. 'I was only curious, Clarence,' he added, 'for she is a very beautiful woman, and I wondered.' Now, Rose, was not that enough?"

"But how did he know her name?" asked Rose, suspiciously.