La profesora was looking, so Mimi shook her head. Besides, what could she say? She didn’t know herself who was coming. Whoever it would be, they would find her looking her best.
When the two-forty bell rang, Mimi dashed up to Tumble Inn and put on a clean uniform. Then she cleaned her nails and put some lotion on her hands. Now for her hair. A pat here and a pat there. At three o’clock sharp, looking like a typical Sheridan girl, Mimi entered the south parlor.
A youth was standing facing the fire, his back to the door. In spite of the fact that he had grown since last summer, and regardless of what angle she glimpsed him—back, front or side—Mimi would recognize him.
“Honky!” she cried. “You’re the last person I ever expected to crash this gate!”
“Mimi, hello!”
She extended both her hands to him as they met in the center of the room. It was the way she had seen Miss Jane greet Dick.
“It’s great to see you and not nice to ask questions but I have to know this minute why you’re here.”
“Well, Dad had business in Nashville and I egged him on to bringing me. This morning, as I had hoped, he saw he’d have to stay overnight, so I asked him for the car and drove on over here. We were afraid I couldn’t see you so Dad phoned Dr. Barnes long distance and he said I could come ahead.”
“How is the gang? Gee! I missed you all Christmas! When have you seen Cissy? Von? Has King been ridden any this winter? Oh, Honky! I’m going to ride in a horse show Saturday!”
“Not so fast, lady, not so fast.”