"Certainly, Miss Hillis. I think I can be depended upon to keep my promises." Miss Pringle spoke huffily, but Daphne only smiled her slowest smile and nodded graciously as they went down the steps.
Phyllis hesitated before she entered the waiting car. A man whom she recognized as the caretaker of the house just back of theirs ran up the steps and disappeared in the wake of Miss Pringle's trailing wrapper.
"Wonder how he got here so quickly," Phyllis said to herself, and then dismissed the subject, at an impatient "hurry up" from Sally.
CHAPTER XI
THE MASQUERADE
"Aunt Jane's poll parrot, what a mob!"
The four girls, each in a domino exactly like the others, stood at the door of the Greys' immense drawing-room and surveyed the scene before them. It was, of course, Sally who spoke.
Phyllis laughed softly. "If you go about saying that, Sally, it won't be hard to know who you are," she warned.
"You'll have to forget Aunt Jane and her poll parrot for to-night," a voice soft and tinkling drawled.