“Well, you might be engaged to Jack, or Mr. Richards. You’ve certainly seen a good deal of both of them.”
“You can put your mind at rest on that point, Cap! Neither one has asked me—and I wouldn’t have them if they did. I’m not ready to get married yet—I’m mighty thankful to be single. Besides—don’t forget I’m only seventeen!”
“Yes, I know—and I’m glad you feel that way about it. You’re much too young.”
“I know it,” answered Queenie decisively. “Besides—I’ve got other plans.”
“What, Queenie?” demanded Marjorie eagerly, believing that she was getting at the reason at last. “Did you go and get a job?”
“I’m not tellin’ yet. My job is right here—till you’re well enough to go back to college.”
“Yes, but what then?” asked Marjorie anxiously. “I meant to help you to find something during spring vacation, and here I went and got sick.”
“Don’t you bother your head about that, Miss Wilkinson. I’ll be all right.”
“Will you go back home? Have you heard from your mother?”
“Yes, I’ve heard from her and she’s still pretty mad, but she says I can come back whenever I want and she won’t send me off to Aunt Tillie. But I’m not goin’ to stay—maybe once in a while to visit.”