“Yes, indeed—whenever you like, if you don’t demand entertainment. You will probably be bored to death; I don’t even feel as if I’ll be able to talk about anything—not even my scout troop!”
John’s eyes lighted up; it would be a pleasant occurrence to have Marjorie all to himself, not even disturbed by her own seething plans.
As soon as she reached her home town and was met by her family, she outlined the same program to them. Her parents were astonished at the idea of such a vacation, so different from the busy social whirl she usually lived in. Mrs. Wilkinson was actually worried.
“You don’t feel sick, do you dear?” she asked.
“No, only tired,” her daughter assured her.
“And you haven’t made any engagements at all?”
“Only one—Lil is giving a luncheon to announce her engagement. So I’m going over to New York on Tuesday.”
“Good for her!” cried Jack in approval. “I don’t need to ask who the lucky fellow is.”
“No, I don’t think anybody will be very much surprised,” his sister rejoined.
“Sis, you better hurry up!” teased the other. “You’ll be the old maid of the troop!”