“No—at one of these little tea-houses, where we sometimes stop. We could drive somewhere in the car.”
“Oh, John! You’re wonderful! That’s the very thing!” Her eyes rested upon his admiringly, gratefully. “You are always helping me.”
“That’s what makes me happiest.”
“I wish I could do something for you,” she murmured wistfully.
“You could.”
She looked up sharply, hoping that he was not going to repeat his proposal of marriage.
“I’d do anything that wouldn’t interfere with my plans for next year,” she told him.
“It’s only that I want you to promise not to take a job too far away—in the west or south, for instance—where I could never see you. Stay in Pennsylvania, or one of the nearby states!”
“All right!” returned Marjorie immediately. “I promise.”
They fell to discussing the little supper party they were to have for Queenie, and Marjorie decided that it would be best to wait another week, lest Gertie had told the girl of her visit, and had aroused her suspicions. It must be a nice, sociable little party; above all, Queenie must enjoy it.