“I’m sure the Meurice will make us very comfortable, Miss Vada,” Charity said. “Last time we were in Paris, your mother and I were at the Rivoli, but we didn’t like it and that’s why Madam decided that you should go to the Meurice.”
“So they will not know you either,” Vada said in a quiet voice.
Charity looked at her in perplexity and Vada went on,
“I don’t want to say who I am, Charity, and therefore it would be quite easy, do you not see, for me to be accepted as Miss Sparling.”
“Now why should you want to do that, Miss Vada?” Charity asked in surprise.
“Well, just in case there are any newspaper reporters about,” Vada replied. “Supposing they put in the French newspapers that I am staying alone with you at the Meurice, it might be copied by the New York Herald and then Mama would r
