"Now, see here, Kit, seriously, if you invite Miss Lambert to our house it must be as any other charming guest--"
"You didn't suppose I was really going to ask her to spookle?" she indignantly answered; then added, with a smile: "Of course, if she insists on reading my palm--or--any little thing like that, it wouldn't be nice to refuse, would it?"
"I knew it! You have designs upon her. Don't do it. It would be too gross after your protest against others for using her. She herself complained bitterly of just this treatment. You must not even speak of her powers."
She lifted her hand solemnly. "I swear!"
"I mistrust you even when you swear," he ended, doubtfully. "There's a tell-tale gleam in your eyes."
And at this moment of banter they both lost their sense of the girl's imminent peril and thought of her only as a most entertaining possibility as a guest.