THE ACCUSATION.
CHAPTER XV
THE ACCUSATION.
As Marjorie dressed for dinner that evening, she had a premonition that something unpleasant was about to happen. She had not felt comfortable in this house since her arrival; something about the Crowell boys made her uneasy in their presence; she could not define her reasons, but she longed to get away.
“How long do you think that we ought to stay?” she inquired of Ethel, as she clasped the buckle of her ecru slipper.
“Not a minute longer than we have to, to be polite,” returned her room-mate. “I don’t care much for Aunt Emeline, and less than nothing for the nephews.”
“But out of deference to Alice, we must be courteous.”
“Yes, naturally. And—we must wait to receive our motors!”
Marjorie looked up sharply. Was it possible that Ethel too shared her apprehension?
“You don’t think that there is any danger of our not getting them?” she asked.