“I didn’t invite her.”
But Mrs. Wilkinson failed to notice the embarrassment of her daughter and the other girls, and persisted with her questions.
“Couldn’t Jack get enough boys together?”
“Yes—it wasn’t that.”
At this point Jack interrupted. “I’ve even got an extra one; I invited one for the girl who didn’t come.”
“Then call Ruth on the telephone,” suggested Mrs. Wilkinson.
Marjorie felt herself growing angry. “But, Mother,” she explained, “she isn’t in our sorority.”
“Nonsense! What difference does that make?”
But Marjorie did not answer, and her father, seeing her predicament, came to the rescue, and changed the subject.
After the girls had eaten as many hot-cakes, and as much “country sausage” as they possibly could, they went into the sitting-room to read magazines and chat while Roger and Jack went out to the garage to look over their cars.