"Then when can you come?"
"Tuesday or Wednesday, whichever you like."
The girls finally agreed upon Wednesday, and separated with the promise to visit each other before then. But Ruth resented Marjorie's secrecy and tried to imagine what her important engagement could possibly be.
Christmas, and the next four days passed happily and quickly, and almost before she realized it, Friday had come, bringing to Marjorie her chance for adventure.
Wrapped snugly in her mother's fur coat, and with the big robe tucked in around her, she sat on the front seat of the machine that cold, clear morning of the end of December. She was very happy; she felt, indeed, that she was doing something worth while, and the prospect of a nice long ride with Miss Phillips added not a little to her pleasure.
After they had driven about fifteen miles they met the Scout Captain, and then continued on their way. Ten miles before they reached their destination they stopped at a hotel for dinner.
"Suppose they don't live there any longer," remarked Marjorie. "All our trip for nothing!"
"No, for we could probably get some information from Mrs. Brubaker," replied Miss Phillips. "But I don't think they'd move."
"It isn't likely," assented Marjorie.