IN THE NIGHT.
It was with sincere reluctance that Florence and Daisy made their adieus to their new friends; indeed, it seemed almost as if they were willing to abandon their trip to extend their visit at Mae’s. Marjorie, however, who could not forget John’s estimate of the young men’s characters, breathed a sigh of relief when they left Lima for good.
“How soon do you expect to meet your new friends again?” asked Ethel of Daisy.
“Not very soon,” replied Daisy. “They are going to be off the Lincoln Highway for a while—going north to round up some frat brothers in Toledo.”
“Then we won’t have the fun of watching for the red car any more!” sighed Alice.
“It’s not much fun, now the mystery is explained!” remarked Lily peevishly.
“The mystery of their interest being Daisy and Flos,” teased Ethel. “Seriously, though, please tell us when your next date is—for we know that you have one!”
“Well, I have to admit that we did make one,” said Daisy, blushingly. “They’re going to look us up at our hotel in Chicago.”
Marjorie, who happened to be riding with Mrs. Remington in the little car, did not hear the remark at the time, but later when Lily repeated it to her, she frowned darkly.
“I almost wish that something would happen to delay us,” she said. “I’d be willing to sacrifice one of our eleven extra days just to keep the girls from seeing those young men!”