“Maida?” the girl repeated questioningly. “Maida?—oh, yes, I
know—Maida Flynn. Where did you live before you came here?”

“Oh, lots of places.”

“But where?” Laura persisted.

“Boston, New York, Newport, Pride’s Crossing, the Adirondacks,
Europe.”

“Oh, my! Have you been to Europe?” Laura’s tone was a little
incredulous.

“I lived abroad a year.”

“Can you speak French?”

“Oui, Mademoiselle, je parle Français un peu.”

“Say some more,” Laura demanded.

Maida smiled. “Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf,
dix, onze, douze—”

Laura looked impressed. “Do you speak any other language?”

“Italian and German—a very little.”

Laura stared hard at her and her look was full of question. But it