When they adjourned to the dining-room the Feast Committee found that their provision had been amply supplemented, and the rose-garlanded, tarlatan-frocked ladies found that histrionic laurels in no way affected their appetites.
“When did you come?” asked Marjorie of Jack Kellogg. “You know I told you you positively couldn’t.”
Marjorie had on her Duchess air, but Jack, being a brave youth, was not afraid of her.
“I know,” he replied; “but your Aunt Molly said we positively could, and so we’re here, and—what do you think of this? We’re staying at the Long Beach Inn, and we’re not going home until to-morrow night!”
CHAPTER XII
THE BOYS’ ENTERTAINMENT
‟WELL,” said Marjorie, “I suppose we’ve got those boys on our hands for this whole day”; and the Duchess’s pretty brow wrinkled as if with the cares of a nation.
It was the morning after the play, and the house was in a state of “chaos and old night,” as Betty expressed it.
“I’m glad of it,” said Marguerite, frankly. “I think we’ll have lots of fun, and there are so many things we can do.”
“We can clear up this house, for one,” said Hester, looking dubiously at the wreck of scenery and properties scattered all about.