In view of the pleasant day that was before them, the girls excused themselves early, and retired almost immediately. Breakfast in bed, however, promised to restore all their usual vivacity.
Long before they were up the following day, the young men of the party had all three arrived, and were patiently awaiting their appearance in the drawing-room. It was not until Ethel came, and literally dragged them out of bed that they proclaimed themselves wide-awake, and promised to be on hand within ten minutes’ time.
As soon as the young people were assembled, and the usual questions and answers exchanged, the girls both turned to Ethel for news of herself.
“Tell us all about how it feels to be a schoolmarm,” urged Marjorie.
“Fine!” responded the young teacher, glowing with pride. “You’d love it, Marj—you really must take the exams!”
“Not a chance in the world,” muttered Jack, chuckling.
Ethel immediately took the hint.
“Marj, what are you keeping from us?” she demanded. “If you are engaged——” Then, turning to John, “Is she?”
“Not to me!” he replied, sadly.
Ethel’s brow clouded; after all these years could someone else have stepped in, and usurped John’s place?