“Well—hardly. Only you really don’t want to take any dangerous chances—the trip is enough of a strain without that. And besides, what could you do to protect yourselves?”
“I have a plan.”
“Of course you have, Marj!” exclaimed her chum, admiringly. “Don’t you always? Do tell us about it!”
“Yes, do!” pleaded two or three of the others.
Marjorie’s eyes twinkled mischievously; she loved a mystery.
“Not yet,” she replied, “because it isn’t formulated. Wait till I send a telegram—”
“A telegram?” repeated Lily.
“Where? To whom?” demanded several of the others.
“To—Chicago!” answered Marjorie, slowly. “But I can’t tell you to whom!”
“But who is there in Chicago that could help us?” asked Ethel.