“You weren’t supposed to tell that, Auntie!” remarked Milton, rather sheepishly. “It looks rather queer for us!”
“It explains things,” said Ethel, coolly. “Because if I understand rightly, Mr. McDaniel and Mr. Cryton belong to the same fraternity, don’t they, Mr. Crowell?”
“Yes—do you know them?” asked the young man carelessly.
“We met them on the way out, more than once—several times, in fact. And each time they seemed bent on delaying us whenever they could!”
“Pshaw!” exclaimed Vaughn; “they never heard of Auntie’s promise. It was only made jokingly, and never mentioned to anyone.”
“No,” put in Miss Vaughn, with sincerity, “the boys really haven’t seen any college men since the term closed, and I have never even met these two. Now tell me truthfully—are you absolutely sure that you didn’t accept help from any men along the road?”
“Absolutely none!” declared Mrs. Remington, with assurance.
“I am glad to hear it,” repeated the old lady. “You bring credit to your sex as well as to your organization. Now, suppose that we have something to eat, and go to bed. We can talk about the automobiles tomorrow.”
The girls lost no time in obeying her orders, and soon were fast asleep in the big, handsomely furnished rooms of this spacious house. In their dreams they saw themselves driving their little roadsters in their own home towns; for to all of them except Lily, the prospect of owning their own cars was a novelty.