"Cooee Dent!"
"Yes, dear." The girl's tone was nonchalant, even while the telltale color came into her cheeks.
"What are you doing here?"
"Visiting you, of course."
"Visiting me! But, Cooee, I really don't know where I can put you."
With perfect composure, Ethel passed her hand over the surface of the cot.
"Oh, I think this nutmeg-grater will carry two. Still, Alice, I must say that your hospitality isn't exactly exuberant."
Alice dropped into a chair and wearily pushed her hair still farther back from her forehead.
"But, Cooee—"
"Aren't you glad to see me?" Ethel demanded.