“In June—after graduation.”
“Think of getting an A.B. and a MRS. both in one month!” remarked Daisy, almost enviously, it seemed.
“It will be lovely to have you in Philadelphia,” Doris assured her. “Wouldn’t it be grand if all eight of us were married and lived near together!”
“You are domestic, Doris!” teased Ethel.
“Girls, that reminds me,” put in Lily, “I invited Mrs. Remington to this luncheon, but she couldn’t come. So she sent her love, and asked that we start a round-robin, to keep us informed with what everybody is doing.”
“Great idea!” approved Ethel, who was least in touch with the others. “I’ll start it this very week.”
A gentle coo from the baby in the adjoining room drew them away from their coffee cups, and the remainder of the afternoon was spent in admiration of Lily’s hope-chest, and little Doris Harris.
CHAPTER XVIII.
DOLLS.
The luncheon guests had all gone home; Marjorie and Lily were resting before dinner. Neither, however, seemed inclined to sleep; both were occupied with their own thoughts.