“But what can we do with a whole evening?” asked Mae, who hated to sacrifice bridge, even for one time.
“I’m not sure—but something!” replied Marjorie. “I can tell you better after this afternoon. Two hours didn’t used to seem too long for you!”
“Ah, but there was no Tom Melville then!” teased Alice.
“Marj,” said Mae, “you ought to get a bad crush on some man. It would make you more human!”
“How about John Hadley?” suggested Doris.
“Oh, that’s too much on his side,” returned Mae. “Marj doesn’t even take the trouble to answer his letters.”
“I never get any to answer!” muttered Marjorie.
“Probably because you already owe him one,” laughed Lily. “Well, Marj, we’ll give up our game of bridge for once, since you insist!”
“Once!” repeated Marjorie. “We’re going to have a scout meeting every single week, and we’re going to do some definite work—”
“I thought our good times couldn’t last long!” sighed Alice. “But look out Marj, or you’ll get to resemble that lieutenant Walter Brooks and Lily prepared for our benefit!”