The Chance of a Lifetime (Musaicum Romance Classics). Grace Livingston Hill
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“You poor kid!” said Bob, his voice full of tenderness. “Don’t worry anymore about it. Sure I think it’s important, but you needn’t do anything about it. I’ll tell MacFarland, and then if he wants to know more he can ask you. I’ll tell him to keep your name out of it, see? He’ll understand. He’s a prince.”
“Oh, thank you!” said Lancey with a sigh of relief. “I was afraid my aunt would have to know about it, and she isn’t—well—it’s not easy to make her understand. She would have thought I ought not to have been watching. She would have thought I was to blame somehow.”
“You poor kid!” said Bob again, his voice bringing the rosy color into her cheeks. “Leave it to me. I’ll try to get another chance to speak to you about it without calling the attention of the town. Could I call you up?”
“Oh no,” said Lancey, shrinking. “My aunt would be sure to answer, or question, and be most unpleasant.”
“All right. You just trust me. I’ll get word to you somehow. Write you a note or something. Don’t you worry. If anybody questions you, I’ll see they do it most discreetly. Thanks for giving me the dope. You sure are some detective, kid. There comes Mac’s car. See you later, if I can. So long!”
He was going up the alley and appeared quite casually beside the car as Alan drew up at the drugstore. And the girl stood in the back garden among the hollyhocks; her bright hair blowing in little rings around her sweet face, watching the boy depart, and hearing over again his comforting voice, “Leave it to me, kid.”
Then suddenly, into the sunshine, burst a sharp voice. “Lancey Kennedy. What on earth are you doing mooning out there in the garden at this hour? The coffeepot has boiled over and the toast has burned to a crisp. I declare! The Kennedy comes out stronger every day. Whatever do you think you’re worth in life, anyway?”
“You sure are some detective, kid,” Bob Lincoln’s voice rang softly in her heart as she turned in dismay to go into the house.
“And he thought it would be important, too,” she told herself as she entered the kitchen and came under the dark purple frown of her relative.
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