We, at times, did have difference; as who has not? But he was a friend
to me. What would you have? I am sorry!" And he touched his hat and
drove around to the garage.

As Viola was about to enter the house she chanced to look down the
street and saw Minnie Webb approaching. She looked so thoroughly
downcast that Viola was surprised.

"Hello, Minnie!" she exclaimed pleasantly. "Anything new or startling?"

"Nothing," was the somewhat listless reply. "Is there anything new
here?" and Minnie Webb's face showed a momentary interest.

"I can't say that there is," returned Viola. She paused for a moment.
"Won't you come in?"

"I don't think so-not to-day," stammered the other girl. And then as
she looked at Viola her face began to flush. "I - I don't feel very
well. I have a terrible headache. I think I'll go home and lie down,"
and she hurried on without another word.

"There is certainly something wrong with Minnie," speculated Viola, as
she looked after her friend. "I wonder if it is on account of LeGrand
Blossom."

She did not know how much Minnie Webb was in love with the man who had
been her father's confidential clerk and who was now in charge of Mr.
Carwell's business affairs, and, not knowing this, she could, of course,
not realize under what a strain Minnie was now living with so many
suspicions against Blossom.