“Of course you were! Well, let’s don’t worry yet—why there are four whole days left, and it only takes two to get there. My, wasn’t that wonderful chocolate cake, though? I could almost love old lady Higgins for that!”
“I hate her!” cried Marjorie, vehemently. “She’s just as much to blame as the old man!”
“Maybe not; maybe he rules her completely. Some men do, you know!”
“Well, I’m never going to get married, then!” announced Marjorie. “In fact, I hate all men!”
“Come, this won’t get us anywhere,” interrupted Frieda; “let’s play flinch, and try to forget it.”
The girls played until nearly nine o’clock, and then decided to go to bed. Worn out from the mental strain, they felt grateful for the comfortable bed, and soon fell asleep, clasping each other’s hands. There is nothing so effective in cementing a friendship as a common misfortune.
They slept late the next morning, and were awakened by a knock at their door. It proved to be Mrs. Higgins, with a tray.
“Good morning, girls,” she said cheerily; “how are you today?”
Both girls suppressed their natural inclination to say something pleasant, and Frieda, with a suggestion of her old rudeness, asked,
“Is that old man back yet?”