“I think they are still in Boston or somewhere around there. I have an address that will reach them.”
“What of Dr. Paul? Where and when does he take his holiday?” asked Jo.
“He only takes two weeks and hadn’t decided where he should go, but——”
“But he would be delighted to come, of course, you sly Nan,” said Jo. “Well, my dears, it is possible that we might get a reinforcement of four which would mount up to five if we include the artist, and six if his friend returns.”
“We’ll leave out the friend, if you please,” remarked Mary Lee. “No such disagreeable cad for me.”
“Perhaps he was only overcome with bashful gloom,” suggested Jo.
The others laughed. “How descriptive! Bashful gloom! I’ve heard of bashful smiles and of dreadful gloom, but never such a combination,” asserted Nan, “yet it may fit the individual.”
“I hope we shall never have the opportunity of finding out,” returned Mary Lee.
“It is wrong, my dear, to harbor resentment,” said Jo sanctimoniously.
“Bah!” exclaimed Mary Lee disgustedly.