"Are you sure it was ten?" said Ruth sharply.
"I guess so. Yes—it was ten. Why?"
"Oh—nothing."
"Was he at Sinclairs'?"
"He came as it was over. He and Lottie brought me home." Ruth was eyeing her cousin evilly. "How did you two get on?"
Susan flushed from head to foot. "Oh—so-so," she answered, in an uncertain voice.
"I don't know why he didn't come to Sinclairs'," snapped Ruth.
Susan flushed again—a delicious warmth from head to foot. She knew why. So he, too, had been dreaming alone. Love! Love!
"What are you smiling at?" cried Ruth crossly.
"Was I smiling?. . . Do you want me to help you undress?"