“Do you mean it?” cried Marjorie, joyfully.
“We certainly do!” said Jack. “And let the girls go on their vacations as they had planned.”
“Just for a little while, then,” urged Marjorie. “To await developments. It would mean so much to me! Will you, girls?”
“I will!” announced Daisy.
“And I!” added Ethel.
“I will too,” said Lily, after some hesitation.
“You can count on me,” remarked Alice.
“And Florence and Marie Louise start on their vacations tomorrow, anyhow,” said Marjorie. “So I guess we’re all right. I think I’ll put an ad in the paper tomorrow for a new cook. We may get an answer if I don’t mention the tea-house till I see the applicant.”
“I—don’t—think—you’ll—need—a new cook!” remarked Ethel, slowly, with her eyes fixed on a distant point. “If I’m not mistaken, I see your old cook coming back!”
“What?” cried Marjorie, jumping up in excitement. “Ethel, is it—can it be—?”