“Only they never look at their sisters,” remarked Marjorie. “Still, I don’t want to disgrace you.”
“You won’t—but do hurry. The boys must be downstairs waiting for us now.”
“Are they coming together?” inquired her roommate, in surprise. “They don’t come from the same place—the same city.”
“I guess your escort was in Philadelphia today,” returned Lily, unable to conceal a mischievous little twinkle.
“Come on—I’m ready now,” announced Marjorie. “Do I look all right?”
“Perfectly sweet.”
Lily did not trust herself to say anything further, for fear that she might disclose the secret at the last minute, and spoil the fun. Marjorie, however, was totally unconscious of any by-play; when she walked into the reception room and saw John Hadley standing there with Dick Roberts, she was absolutely non-plussed.
“Your brother couldn’t come, and sent a substitute,” Dick began solemnly. “Allow me to present——”
“Don’t be so crazy, Dick!” laughed Marjorie, seizing John’s hand impulsively. “The substitute’s perfectly satisfactory.”
Lily looked away contentedly; she felt that she might dismiss Marjorie from her mind for that evening. She was right, too, for before the little party had reached the country club, the girl had made her apologies, and she and John were established again in the old pleasant friendly relationship.