Ethel laughed again. “I’m glad you approve. Are you quite sure who ‘he’ is?”
“Yes,” said Betty confidently, “I don’t believe there is any doubt about that.”
“Oh, Miss Hale, aren’t you glad you went to Nassau?” demanded Mary Brooks, coming to the point at once in her usual energetic fashion.
Miss Hale smiled at her eagerness. “You little romancers! I suppose you’ve been making up a story-book affair, with love at first sight and moonlight in the tropics, and just reveling in it. I hate to spoil your romance, but we’ve known each other since my freshman year at Harding, and I’ve been this whole winter making up my mind to be engaged.”
“There!” cried Madeline triumphantly.
“There!” cried Betty Wales before she thought.
Ethel looked in bewilderment from them to the others, whose faces had fallen, and Betty came to her rescue. “It’s nothing, Ethel,” she explained, “only the rest did think it all happened in Nassau, and we thought it couldn’t have. Please go on.”
“Go on?” repeated Ethel uncertainly.
“Tell us how it really happened,” begged Betty, “and why it seemed to stop off short and all.”