Marjorie looked straight into Ruth's eyes, and seemed to pierce into the hidden motives of her life. Ruth lowered her lids under the penetrating gaze, and answered, somewhat doggedly,
"All right! Whatever you say!"
"Thanks, Ruth!"
The train arrived just on time and the girls went directly to their rooms. Marjorie proceeded to tell Lily all about the dance.
"Is that what makes you look so happy, Marj?"
"Partly; but there's something else, too."
"Don't you want to tell me about it?" This softly, without curiosity.
"I'm dying to, Lil; but I'm so afraid it won't come true, I just don't dare. It's too wonderful!"
"It's about Frieda."
"Lily Andrews!" cried Marjorie, aghast. "How did you ever guess it?"