"It's perfectly awful!" said Dolly, as they walked on. "I've simply got to tell Dotty, anyway."
"Oh, I wouldn't," expostulated Geordie; "I don't believe they'll pull it off. Somebody will catch on and put a stop to it."
"Maybe and maybe not," said Dolly, dubiously. "Alicia is awfully clever, and if she sets out to do a thing, she generally carries it through. And her head is full of crazy, romantic thoughts. She'd rather elope than to go back to school, I know she would. She told me she'd do anything to get out of going back to school."
"That makes it look serious," agreed Geordie. "Still I don't think you ought to mix yourself up in it, unless you just tell the whole story to Mr. Forbes."
"I hate to be a tattle-tale," and Dolly looked scornful. "But if it's for Alicia's good, maybe I ought to."
"Look at them now! Their heads close together, and whispering like everything!"
"Yes, they're planning for their getaway!"
During the rest of the evening, Dolly watched Alicia, feeling mean to do it, and yet unable to keep herself from it.
At last the guests went home, one and all exclaiming at the good time they had had. Marly Turner bade Dolly good night, with a smiling face. "I've had the time of my life!" he declared.
"I've not seen much of you," said Dolly, pointedly.