When he was not occupied with the traffic, she ventured her inquiry.
“Yes, I do recall them,” he replied, “for they stopped and joked with me. And then they went over and got a drink, and stood around, watching the cars for awhile. First thing I knew they were making friends with a couple of fellows in a big Packard and evidently picked up a ride. They haven’t passed back yet.”
“Oh, thank you!” murmured Marjorie, her eyes swimming with tears.
Tired and disconsolate, she trudged home to Mrs. Hadley.
CHAPTER VII.
DISCOURAGEMENT.
“Come in, Marjorie!” cried Mrs. Hadley, with a cheery smile. “Anna is just putting dinner on the table—and I’m so glad to have company. John’s away.”
She looked at the girl keenly, hoping that she would detect a shadow of disappointment on her face, at the knowledge of her son’s absence. But it seemed as if Marjorie hardly took in what she was saying.
“I’ve had my supper,” she replied listlessly. “But I’m so thankful to be here. I’m—all in.”
“What is it, dear?” inquired the older woman, solicitously. “You’re tired and cold—not sick?”