Cora began lightly to sing: 

      . . .  “Dear,
    Would thou wert near
    To hear me tell how fair thou art! 
    Since thou art gone I mourn all alone,
    Oh, my Lolita——­”

She broke off to explain:  “It’s one of those passionate little Spanish serenades, Hedrick.  I’ll sing it for your boy-friends next time they come to play in the yard.  I think they’d like it.  When they know why you like it so much, I’m sure they will.  Of course you do like it—­you roguish little lover!” A spasm rewarded this demoniacal phrase.  “Darling little boy, the serenade goes on like this: 

    Oh, my Lolita, come to my heart: 
    Oh, come beloved, love let me press thee,
    While I caress thee
    In one long kiss, Lolita! 
    Lolita come!  Let me——­”

Hedrick sprang to his feet with a yell of agony.  “Laura Madison, you tattle-tale,” he bellowed, “I’ll never forgive you as long as I live!  I’ll get even with you if it takes a thousand years!”

With that, and pausing merely to kick a rung out of a chair which happened to be in his way, he rushed from the room.

His sisters had risen to go, and Cora flung her arms round Laura in ecstacy.  “You mean old viper!” she cried.  “You could have told me days ago!  It’s almost too good to be true:  it’s the first time in my whole life I’ve felt safe from the Pest for a moment!”

Laura shook her head.  “My conscience troubles me; it did seem as if I ought to tell you—­and mamma thought so, too; and I gave him warning, but now that I have done it, it seems rather mean and——­”

“No!” exclaimed Cora.  “You just gave me a chance to protect myself for once, thank heaven!” And she picked up her skirts and danced her way into the front hall.

“I’m afraid,” said Laura, following, “I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Oh, Laura,” cried the younger girl, “I am having the best time, these days!  This just caps it.”  She lowered her voice, but her eyes grew even brighter.  “I think I’ve shown a certain gentleman a few things he didn’t understand!”

“Who, dear?”

“Val,” returned Cora lightly; “Valentine Corliss.  I think he knows a little more about women than he did when he first came here.”

“You’ve had a difference with him?” asked Laura with eager hopefulness.  “You’ve broken with him?”

“Oh, Lord, no!  Nothing like that.”  Cora leaned to her confidentially.  “He told me, once, he’d be at the feet of any woman that could help put through an affair like his oil scheme, and I decided I’d just show him what I could do.  He’d talk about it to me; then he’d laugh at me.  That very Sunday when I got papa to go in——­”

“But he didn’t,” said Laura helplessly.  “He only said he’d try to——­when he gets well.”

“It’s all the same—­and it’ll be a great thing for him, too,” said Cora, gayly.  “Well, that very afternoon before Val left, he practically told me I was no good.  Of course he didn’t use just those words—­that isn’t his way—­but he laughed at me.  And haven’t I shown him!  I sent Richard a note that very night saying papa had consented to be secretary of the company, and Richard had said he’d go in if papa did that, and he couldn’t break his word——­”