“Then what are we to do?” asked Mae, breathlessly.
“She said she thought it might be safe to go on with the tea-house, as that is strictly for charity, but that under no condition should we have parties or entertain in any way, or stay all night in the house.”
“That’s all rubbish!” cried Marjorie, jumping up impatiently. “She just made that up! Anyone of us could have told you as much—”
“And what did she charge you for this precious bit of information?” asked Ethel, cynically.
Marie Louise did not answer, but suddenly began to sob hysterically.
“You girls are mean!” cried Alice. “After all our trouble—”
“Oh, Marie Louise!” said Marjorie, instantly apologetic; “I’m so sorry if I hurt your feelings! I honestly didn’t mean to—”
“Neither did I!” added Ethel. “Do forgive us!”
“Your supper’s ready, girls!” interrupted a kindly voice from the doorway, and the whole party adjourned to the dining-room.
This little adventure did not have the slightest influence upon Marjorie; she continued to go on with her arrangements for spending another night at the tea-house.