“Yes, right behind it.” Marjorie took a few steps away from the trees, in order not to waken the others by their whispering. “And,” she added, “it reminded me of the racer!”
“Not the red car?” demanded Ethel. “You mean our friends?—”
“Yes. I thought of them.”
“But they’re not anywhere near here,” said Ethel lightly. “Besides, what would they want?”
“Oh, I don’t know—maybe some fool practical joke. I had a sort of feeling that they meant to hang around. And I don’t like them. They seem like adventurers or fortune-hunters, or something of the sort.”
“But we have too much sense to let them ‘adventure’ with us, and we have no fortunes!” protested Ethel. “So why worry?”
“I guess there really is nothing to worry about,” replied Marjorie. “Still, you know Daisy and Flos are so young, and they do seem smitten.”
“Well, the youths may be all right at that. You take John’s opinions too seriously, Marj. Come on, let’s go back to bed!”
Although Marjorie was able to forget the incident for the time being and to go to sleep, she was reminded of it again the next morning the minute that she opened her eyes. For she was awakened by the announcement that they had been robbed the previous night.
“Robbed?” she cried, jumping up and running down to the big car, where most of the other girls were already gathered. “How much? What?”