Men at the pleasure resorts were very scarce that year, and here were two perfectly good dancers. So it was very late when the automobile party got away from the dance at the Casino.
They were late the next morning in starting on the road to Boston. Besides, there was thunder early, and Helen, having heard it rumbling, quoted:
“‘Thunder in the morning,
Sailors take warning!’”
and rolled over for another nap.
Ruth, however, at last had to get up. She was no “lie-abed” in any case, and in her present nervous state she had to be up and doing.
“But it’s going to ra-a-ain!” whined Jennie Stone when Ruth went into her room.
“You’re neither sugar nor salt,” said Ruth.
“Henri says I’m as sweet as sugar,” yawned Jennie.
“He is not responsible for what he says about you,” said her aunt briskly. “When I think of what that really nice young man is taking on his shoulders when he marries you——”
“But, Auntie!” cried Jennie, “he’s not going to try to carry me pickaback, you know.”