She is traveling with her father.
We must hurry downstairs, for Eleanor is to meet her father at half-past six o'clock, and it is a quarter-past now." Elfreda shook hands with Eleanor almost timidly.

She was deeply impressed with the latter's exquisite beauty.
"So this is Elfreda," smiled Eleanor, patting the stout girl's hand.

"I have learned to know you through the letters my friends have written me.
I feel as though you were an old friend." "It's awfully nice in you to say so," murmured Elfreda, her eyes shining with pleasure.
"Won't you go with us to the 'Tourraine' ?" asked Eleanor sweetly.

"I would like to have you meet my father." "Thank you," almost gasped Elfreda.

"I'd love to meet him, but I think--" "Never mind thinking," interrupted Eleanor, gayly.