“Yet he seemed courteous and well-bred.”
“Only a veneer. No, to be frank, I don’t like him. I’d rather have Queenie pick out a man with the worst grammar in the world than one of these smooth birds. But I don’t think we need to worry about her—she doesn’t seem serious.”
“Can you find out whether he ever did go to Penn—look it up, I mean?” Marjorie pursued.
“I don’t have to, my dear. He never went.”
Marjorie sighed; but it was not a sigh of great discontent. As John said, there was probably no real cause for worry, and nothing to do about it. She resolved simply to keep in touch with Queenie’s engagements, and learn if she saw him again. If she were in love, she had certainly been successful in concealing the fact from both of them. And one of her strongest characteristics was her frankness!
CHAPTER XVI.
THE FIRST GAME.
Marjorie felt so reassured by the party that she decided to tell Lily all about it, including Gertie’s visit two weeks previous. It was probably true, as John had surmised, that Sam MacDonald had never seen the inside of a college, that he was only a cheap sort of sport who had acquired a smooth manner with girls; but these facts were in no way alarming since Queenie herself showed no signs of being in love with him. It was too much to ask, Marjorie supposed, that the kind of man she admired would be interesting to Queenie. She must expect to be disappointed in her friends; but there was time enough to worry about them when the girl actually became engaged.
Lily listened to the incident in much the same mood as John had displayed, regarding it all as rather a joke.
“I think it’s a good thing it happened,” she remarked. “Because it was a harmless way for Gertie Reed to take out her spite. And she was awfully mad that night, you know.”