Florence let out a soft whistle. The others looked equally dismayed. It was Alice who demanded a full explanation.
“Mrs. Remington wrote for us to keep a watch for her, that she might join us anywhere from New York to the ranch.”
“How are we to know her?” asked Ethel.
“I’ll know her,” answered Lily. “I met her once.”
“And is she really so awful?” asked Alice, a little more hopefully.
“She’s dreadful!”
“Marj,” said Ethel, suddenly suspicious, “why aren’t you saying anything? What do you know about her?”
Marjorie could hardly keep from laughing; in her struggle with the corners of her mouth, the tears came into her eyes.
“She’s—she’s impossible!” she stammered, hiding behind her handkerchief. “She’s really the most disagreeable person I know.”
“Worse than Ruth Henry?” asked Alice.