"
"Or Mr. Carl Walraven may be jealous," suggested Dr. Oleander, with an
unpleasant laugh. "I say, Blanche, the golden-haired Mollie couldn't be
his daughter, could she?"
Mrs. Walraven's black eyes flashed.
"Whoever she is, the sooner she is out of this house the better. I hate
her, Doctor Oleander--your Fair One with the Golden Locks, and I could
go to her funeral with the greatest pleasure!"
The plotting pair separated. Hardly were they gone when the silken
curtains parted and a bright face, framed in yellow ringlets, peeped
out, sparkling with mischief.
"Two women in one house, two cats over one mouse, never agree," quoth
Mollie. "Listeners never hear any good of themselves, but, oh! the
opportunity was irresistible. So Doctor Guy Oleander is going to
propose, and Mollie Dane is to say 'yes' on the impulse of the moment,
and Mamma Blanche is to make her stick to her word! And it's all to
happen after the polka quadrille! Very well; I'm ready. If Doctor
Oleander and his cousin don't find their match, my name's not Mollie!"
Miss Dane consulted her jeweled tablets, and discovered that the polka
quadrille was the very next in order.
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