At Boston they were to stay over night. The party really broke up there, for several of the men were going in different directions.
But Adele gathered her brood of girls under her wing and carried them off to a hotel. And in the hotel lobby good-byes were said.
“I’ve had my long-feared telegram,” said Farnsworth, “and I have to go to Arizona at once. Wasn’t it lucky it didn’t come before we left our happy hunting grounds?”
“Yes, indeed,” said Adele, “it’s been a beautiful party, Bill, and we just love you for giving it to us. Don’t we, girls?”
“Yes!” they chorused, and laughingly interrupting their thanks, Farnsworth shook hands with everybody in hasty farewell.
Somehow, Patty was the last, and as he held out his hand to her, a gay voice was heard calling out, “Oh, here you are, people! How do you all do?”
They looked up to see Philip Van Reypen’s smiling face, as he cordially greeted one after another.
“The most perfect time,” Mona was saying, when Daisy caught her up; “Oh, yes, the most perfect time! What do you think, Phil, we had an engagement up there! A real live engagement! Guess the guilty parties!”
“Guess us!” exclaimed Roger, taking Mona’s hand and looking mock sentimental.
“There’s no use,” said Daisy, “you can’t get a rise out of them! They forestall you every time!”