“But you have to learn some time!”
“I expect to learn—I am going out with Bob this afternoon. But I don’t feel ready to join your party yet.”
“Nothing but pride!” teased Marjorie. “Still, have it your own way. If you don’t like our society—”
“Marjorie!” he exclaimed. “You know as well as I do—oh, of course you’re only joking! But do let’s be serious! You have got to promise me one afternoon—a whole day, if possible—before we leave. May I have tomorrow?”
“No, that’s a special Girl Scout celebration—our last one alone with each other. We’re going to take our lunches, and our horses, and go off for the whole day—without a single man to mar our pleasure!”
“Marjorie, you’re cruel! Are you going to invent some excuse for every day? I wanted to have a good talk with you alone, to tell you about Dorothy Snyder—”
“About whom?” interrupted Marjorie, although she was sure this was the girl whom Jack had mentioned in his letter.
“Dorothy Snyder—my friend at Cape May. Did you ever meet her?”
“No. Why?”
“Nothing, except that she thought she had met some girls from Miss Allen’s school.”