"Nonsense," returned Madge bravely, "we have as much right here as any of these men."
"But I'd rather not stay," persisted Lillian.
"Didn't you say you were hungry?" asked Madge pointedly.
"Ye-es," hesitated Lillian, "but I just can't stay here."
"Nor I," chimed in Eleanor.
Madge looked appealingly at Phyllis, who shook her brown head deprecatingly. "I don't believe we ought to stay here, Madge."
"You, too, Phil!" exclaimed Madge impatiently. "All right, Misses 'Fraid Cats,' we'll go. Here comes our luncheon, too."
The girls glanced quickly at the rosy-faced lad who came up at that moment with their order on a tray.
"I'm so hungry," sighed Phil. "Perhaps we'd better——"
"So glad you've changed your mind," commented Madge rather satirically. "But what about you, Lillian and Eleanor?"