“Who else will be there?” he asked.
“Everybody’s coming—even Doris and the baby. Mae and Tom are running on from Ohio.”
“Is Tom to be at the luncheon?” John demanded jealously.
“Oh, no—only girls. He’ll have to look up somebody—some of his frat brothers, I guess.”
“You mean the ones that trailed your car to the coast?” laughed John. “Did you ever hear anything of them again?”
“No, never.”
“I thought one of them was quite smitten with Daisy.”
“So he seemed, but I guess he was ashamed of himself.”
Reluctantly John decided to go; Marjorie needed the rest.
“Marjorie, I am leaving your Christmas present with your mother, since I won’t see you on Christmas. And may I come up the day after?”