In Apple-Blossom Time
At that moment a man appeared in the wide doorway to the reception-room and looked about uncertainly. Instantly Miss Upton recognized the long, weather-beaten face, the straggling hair, the half-open mouth, and the revealing collar of her restaurant rival.
She gave her companion a mirthful nudge.
"He's right on my trail, you see," she whispered. "Adam's apple and all."
Geraldine glanced up and the stranger's roving gaze fell straight upon hers. He came toward her.
"Miss Melody?" he said in a rasping voice.
She rose as if impe