Ethel half closed her eyes and looked thoughtfully into space. To another girl she would not commit herself, but with Marjorie she felt safe.
“Well, I haven’t any reason to doubt the old lady,” she said, “and yet somehow I won’t believe in those automobiles till I see them!”
“But why?” insisted Marjorie. “Don’t you think that she has the money?”
“Oh, yes! But she has two scheming nephews who hate to see her part with it for anyone but themselves.”
“Still, it’s too late to do anything now. A promise is a promise.”
“I hope so!” sighed Ethel, as she finished her toilette.
The girls left their room and descended to the porch. They found most of the other guests already assembled—among them Vincent Cryton and Clyde McDaniel.
“We are glad to see you so soon again,” remarked McDaniel pleasantly as he shook Marjorie’s hand. “We are in luck.”
Marjorie smiled coldly; she detested the way in which these young men bobbed up at every possible opportunity.
“And you really made your trip according to all regulations, and have earned your rewards!” exclaimed Cryton. “Let me congratulate you!”