“What a shame!” cried several of the others at once. They were all genuinely fond of this girl who was the latest addition to their number.
Without even removing their hats, the girls all dropped into chairs in the living-room and continued to talk fast and furiously about their proposed trip. It seemed that all of the college girls were planning to go; and Marjorie’s announcement of Mrs. Remington’s acceptance added another cause for rejoicing. Their only regret was that their two hostesses and Mae Melville could not go.
“I honestly feel sorry for you married people!” teased Florence. “To think that you have to miss all the fun—”
“But there are compensations,” Doris reminded her. “Maybe we feel sorry for you!”
“Now Doris, we won’t stand for that!” retorted Alice. “And anyhow—”
“Anyhow what?” demanded the other, as Alice paused in the middle of her remark.
“Anyhow some of us may have gone over to your side by the time we come back. I expect some of the girls to fall for my cousins—”
But Marjorie put an end to their bantering by a call to the practical.
“That makes seven of us to go,” she said, using her fingers for the calculation. “I should think that two machines would really be enough.”
“Yes,” answered Alice, “because we are to travel light. I forgot to tell you that one of my aunt’s stipulations is that we wear our Girl Scout uniforms all the time. We can express our trunks ahead, packed with the clothing we want to wear after we get to California.”