"That would be lovely," murmured Marjorie, in a preoccupied manner, for her thoughts had flown in a different direction—to her own one important plan for the coming week.
"How would next Friday suit?" suggested Ruth.
Marjorie shook her head decidedly. "Sorry, but I can't possibly!"
Ruth regarded her curiously. What plans could Marjorie have—so early? No doubt it had something to do with John Hadley.
"If it's John, why, bring him along, and I'll try to get another girl," she ventured.
"No; it has nothing to do with John. I expect to be out of town."
"At Lily's?"
"No; I won't be visiting anybody."
"Oh, well," said Ruth, sulkily, "if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. I don't care."
"I can't very well tell you, Ruth," replied Marjorie; "and besides, you wouldn't be interested."