“Don’t quarrel, children,” Madeline intervened. “Your dance is on Wednesday. Is there anything for Tuesday?”
“A psychology lecture,” returned Helen Adams promptly.
“Cut it out,” laughed Katherine. “Mary isn’t coming up here to go to psychology lectures.”
“But she does want to go to it,” declared Roberta, suddenly waking up to the subject in hand. “I thought it was queer myself, but she speaks about it particularly in her letter. Let me see—oh, here it is, in the postscript. It’s by a friend of Dr. Hinsdale, she says; and somebody must have written her about it and offered her a ticket, because she says she’s already invited and so for us not to bother. Did you write her, Helen?”
“No,” said Helen, “I didn’t. The lecture wasn’t announced until yesterday. There was a special meeting of the Philosophical Club to arrange about it.”
“It’s queer,” mused Katherine. “Mary was always rather keen on psychology——”
“On the psychology of Dr. Hinsdale you mean,” amended Madeline flippantly. “But that doesn’t explain her inside information about this lecture. We’ll ask her how she knew—that’s the quickest way to find out. Now let’s go on with our schedule. What’s Thursday?”
“The French Club play,” explained Roberta. “I think she’d like that, don’t you?”
Madeline nodded. “Easily. It’s going to be awfully clever this time. Then that leaves only Friday. Let’s drive out to Smuggler’s Notch in the afternoon and have supper at Mrs. Noble’s.”
“Oh, yes,” agreed Betty. “That will make such a perfectly lovely end-up to the week. And of course we shall all want to take her to Cuyler’s and Holmes’s. May I have her for Tuesday breakfast? I haven’t any class until eleven, so we can eat in peace.”