“Too happy!” growled Marjorie. “Well, I’m going in—I don’t care about meeting these men again.”
Just as she disappeared within the doorway of the hotel, the four young people mounted the porch steps.
“Perhaps we could help you,” suggested McDaniel, graciously, after he had paid his respects to Mrs. Remington. “But if we do, we want to exact a promise!”
“Yes?” queried Mrs. Remington.
“You all stay here over tomorrow morning and don’t start until after dinner. Then we’ll advance you enough money to get to San Francisco!”
Ethel’s lips curled ever so imperceptibly.
“Many thanks, Mr. McDaniel,” she said, coldly, without waiting for Mrs. Remington to speak; “but we already have secured what funds we need from the president of the bank. And,” she added maliciously, “we are starting at seven o’clock tomorrow morning!”
Both men looked crest-fallen at her words, and McDaniel turned imploringly to Mrs. Remington.
“Please stay just till after dinner tomorrow!” he begged. “We had made such a thrilling plan—”
“As thrilling as winning seven automobiles?” interrupted Ethel, sarcastically.