"Mary's furious," she said. "She's preparing for one of her monthly flights to Chicago. She's packing up."
The girls roared with laughter. Mary's flights home were too funny. She packed up several times a month, but she never got as far as the station.
"What's the matter this time?"
"Same old story. Fraulein! I think it is a shame those children have to have her all the time. She's ruining their dispositions. They all just hate her."
"What did Mary do, Sue?"
It was Blue Bonnet who asked this time.
"Oh, you'll have to get the particulars from her. It's as good as a vaudeville stunt to hear Mary tell it. They were having an orgy of some kind last night—"
"Was Carita in it?" Blue Bonnet asked rising, all the anxiety of a mother hen for a lost chicken in her attitude.
"I think she was. There was a room full."
Blue Bonnet started for the door.