“I’m giving you my room,” said Mrs. Lummis, “and I hope you’ll sleep well. You must be pretty much exhausted.”
“I’m not,” returned Helen, “I think it’s a lark! But don’t fear, I won’t intrude. Give me a magazine or book to read, and I’ll disappear till morning. Lock me in, if you like.”
“Oh, no,” and the lady laughed; “I’m not afraid of your appearing at my party. Good night, my dear.”
CHAPTER XV
A DESPERATE SITUATION
Left to herself, Bumble thought over the situation and laughed. As usual, she had got into a scrape, and, also as usual, she had fared very luckily.
Suppose instead of the kind Mrs. Lummis, she had found a disagreeable hostess! But she had fallen on her feet, and with her care-free nature she bothered herself not a whit about unpleasant possibilities.
She wandered about the pretty little bedroom, feeling very grateful for the safe harbour from the stormy night. She read a little, and then sat at the well-furnished toilet table to take down her hair.
She could hear guests arriving, and though of no mind to eavesdrop, she could not help over-hearing their light talk and chatter.
Helen was not curious by nature, and paid no attention to the voices until the name of Lieutenant Herron was mentioned.
But then the voices were lowered, and she caught no connected sentences.