For Ruth took this career of hers very seriously indeed. Because she did so, perhaps, the fact that Tom Cameron seemed to consider his work so lightly caused Ruth to criticise the young man harshly. That could only be expected.
Tom did not return for dinner. Nor did Mr. Hammond come back to headquarters. Chess Copley was eager to get the girls out in his Lauriette again.
“Pooh! it’s nothing much, I guess,” said Helen, seemingly having lost her first interest in the smugglers and the King of the Pipes. “And, anyway, I shall not go unless Tom is with us.”
“Why, Helen!” cried Ruth, “I thought you were so eager.”
“Well, perhaps. If Tom went.”
“But we promised Chess.”
“You promised him. He wants to do it because you are going.”
“Now, Helen, you know—”
“I know just what I am saying. I have no interest in ’Lasses Copley. You have.”
“You are the most exasperating girl!” exclaimed Ruth, in some warmth.