Not long before Ruth had "doctored" herself up with headache medicine, and had gone to a dance against her aunt's advice. As a result she had been obliged to leave before the evening was over, more on account of the medicine than the headache, Miss Sallie had believed.
"Dearest little auntie, you have a touch of sun this morning, haven't you?" asked Ruth, leaning over and patting her aunt's soft cheek; while Miss Stuart, who was indeed feeling the general oppressiveness of the weather, melted at once into a good humor and smiled at her niece tenderly.
Two persons were rather curiously watching this little scene from behind the shelter of the morning papers. One of them, a very handsome elderly man, seated at a table by the window, had started perceptibly when the party entered the room; and from that moment, he had hardly eaten a bite of breakfast. He was occupied in examining not the fair young girls but Miss Sallie herself, who was entirely unconscious of being the object of such scouting.
The other individual was quite different in appearance. He was dressed in black leather from head to foot, and a motor cap and glasses lay beside him on the table. His evident interest in the conversation of the girls was impersonal, perhaps the curiosity of a foreigner in a strange country. There was some admiration in his eyes as they rested on pretty Mollie's golden curls and fresh smiling face; but his manner was perfectly respectful and he was careful to conceal his glances by the newspaper.
"That man is rather good-looking in a foreign sort of way," whispered Mollie.
"Too much blacky face and shiny eye, to suit my taste," replied Bab. "He looks like a pirate, or a smuggler, in that black leather suit."
"Dear me, you are severe, Bab," observed Ruth. "If he were not so young, I should take him for an opera singer on a vacation. He would do nicely dressed as a cavalier."
"Be careful, my dears; you are talking much too loudly," admonished Miss Sallie, for the young foreigner had evidently overheard the conversation, and had turned his face away to conceal an expression of amusement.
"I vote we adjourn to the porch," said Ruth, "until we decide where we are going this morning. Come on, auntie, dear. There may be a rocking chair adventure waiting for you on that shady piazza. I saw a white haired gentleman giving you many glances of admiration, this morning, around the corner of his newspaper. Did you notice it, girls?"