“It certainly is lovely to be here again,” said Marjorie, as the girls followed their hostess up stairs. “We haven’t seen as much of you as we would like, Doris.”
Doris blushed guiltily.
“I know—I’m positively ashamed of myself. But housekeeping does take a good deal of time—I only have Ella one day a week, you know, and on special occasions like this—and then Roger is sort of afraid of that place for me. I know it’s silly—”
“Oh, I don’t blame him a bit!” Marjorie hastened to reassure her. “Nobody wants to take chances like that. But you just wait! I resolved today that we’ve got to solve that mystery!”
“How?” asked Doris, in breathless interest.
“I don’t know. Let’s wait till we get down stairs and talk it over with the boys. Maybe they can suggest something.”
“All right!” Then, turning to Lily, “That’s the most adorable dress, Lil! I’ll wager it came straight from Paris!”
“The modiste claimed it did!” laughed Lily, pleased at the other girl’s admiration. “And since this is our first party in Philadelphia, I felt as if I had to wear it.”
“I’m awfully glad you did,” replied her hostess, beaming. Doris was perfectly happy in her new surroundings.
When the girls came down stairs again, they found that Dick Roberts had arrived, and, before they even had a chance to be seated, dinner was announced.