doubtful shake of her head. Cherry, now standing beside it on the
platform, was flushed and uncomfortable. There was an awkward
pause.

"Board?" shouted a trainman, with a rising inflection. The sisters
looked at each other in a panic of haste.

"I can't leave this car here." Alix exclaimed. "I've got to park
her and lock her and everything! Run get on board, Cherry, I don't
have to go in anyway--you've got a date!"

Cherry's heart leaped, sank coldly, and leaped again, as with a
swift nod of parting she hurried for her train. The other two
women watched her with forced interest as she climbed on board,
and as the train slipped noiselessly out of sight. It curved among
the redwoods, and was gone before either spoke again. Then, as her
eyes met Anne's friendly, questioning smile, Alix said awkwardly:

"I think the only thing to do is for you and Justin to take this
up with Peter, Anne. I mean--I mean that you were the ones who
proposed to bring it into court in the first place, and--and I
don't understand much about it!"

"Alix, don't let's talk in a cold, hard, legal way," Anne pleaded.
She had gotten into the back seat, and was leaning on the front
seat in an informal sort of way. "Let's just try to get each
other's point of view!" she suggested. "The idea is that Uncle Lee
wanted all his girls to inherit alike--"

"That idea didn't seem to impress you much a week ago!" Alix said,