“Yes, I think so. Some of our mishaps may have been accidental, but I’m sure some of them were deliberate. And when you think back, you may remember how many times Mr. Cryton and Mr. McDaniel tried to delay us!”
“Surely you don’t mistrust them?” faltered Daisy. “I—I thought that every time they just wanted—”
“Yes,” interrupted Marjorie. “I know what you want to say, only you are too modest! You believed that they wished to see more of you and Flos. Probably they did, Daisy; but that wasn’t the only reason.”
“I’d hate to think that they had anything to do with this!” sighed Daisy. “Flos and I think a lot of them.”
“But Jack and John said they didn’t consider them absolutely straight, and hoped that we wouldn’t see too much of them this summer,” Marjorie reminded her.
“Marj,” interrupted Daisy, with a sudden return of the spirit she had displayed in her hostess’s presence, “I positively refuse to make that trip back! I don’t care enough for the cars to accept them under the circumstances—even if we do win them!”
“Not for the sake of the cars, Daisy; but because we want to clear you and Florence—and save the honor of Pansy Troop!”
“But that wouldn’t clear us!” protested the other.
“If you will just be willing to pocket your pride, Daisy, and accept Miss Vaughn’s offer—I’ll show you that it will be best in the end.”
“How could it be?”