“Yes,” murmured Marjorie, “I know what you mean. Miss Andrews and I both felt so dreadfully inexperienced. It seems as if somebody else would have been able to do something. All we did was sit back and listen and watch in amazement.”
“Didn’t any one speak to you?” inquired Miss Winthrop.
Marjorie flushed; she had not meant to mention the personal insults.
“Not to us—but at us!” supplied Lily.
“Of course, Mrs. Morgan did,” Marjorie hastened to add.
Miss Winthrop eyed Marjorie searchingly.
“Do you think that the girls are worth doing anything for?” she asked.
Marjorie remained silent for a moment; as yet she had not been able to settle that question to her own satisfaction.
“Yes, I think—maybe,” she replied slowly, “for the very reason that they are so young. Their characters surely aren’t fully developed yet, so I should judge somebody might do something with them. But I can’t imagine who the somebody might be.”
“It would have to be somebody whom they liked and admired,” mused Lily.