“We’ll have eats at Mossy Glen.”
“Who’s seen to the food?”
“Over the Notch by moonlight and home through Winsted, to let John Ford see his little cousin splurge. She’s telephoned him to be on the watch for us.”
“Timmy Wentworth can’t get away this evening to go canoeing, so Eugenia’s party just fits in.”
“Wouldn’t Miss Constance Ames like a wash and a brush in Betty’s private dressing room? She looks extra-specially spick and span, but traveling in the heat always makes a person feel messy.”
Constance went off with Betty and Madeline, and Georgia went out to break the news to Eugenia that Constance generally took hours and hours to prink up. To her amazement and relief Constance appeared within five minutes.
During the ride there were frequent, though vague, references to Timmy and Dick and Billy. Everybody in the party seemed to know and like them, and they seemed to have planned all sorts of delightful entertainment for Constance. Timmy, Fluffy Dutton declared solemnly, would be simply heart-broken at having to postpone the canoeing trip on Paradise, which had been planned for the first evening of Constance’s visit.
“I’m having a beautiful time, all the same,” Constance assured Fluffy eagerly. “I just love motoring. And I’m very anxious to see Winsted.”
But a bad puncture, necessitating a long delay, put the détour to Winsted out of the evening’s program. How much Madeline’s firm determination that Winsted should be kept for the dessert of Constance’s visit, as it were, had to do with the French chauffeur’s deliberation in repairing the puncture, is a matter for idle speculation.
Next morning Constance was awakened with a start by a huge bunch of wild forget-me-nots, which hurtled in at her window, and plopped down beside her on the bed.