CHAPTER XVII
LILY’S WELCOME
It was the end of the first week in August. Marjorie had just returned from taking Mae Van Horn to the station in Lily’s car, and now she was waiting for the time to arrive when she might go to meet Lily herself. She was, as usual, happy over the prospect of seeing her chum again.
“I’ve never seen you so excited over seeing John Hadley as you are over meeting Lily,” remarked Ethel, who was sitting on the porch with Marjorie. “I wish you showed as much love for me!”
“Why, Ethel—” began her room-mate, reproachfully.
The other girl laughed good-naturedly.
“But you seem anxious to get rid of me—to make me take a vacation—”
“That’s because I think you need it!”
“But you need one yourself!”
“You know I can’t go, Ethel, till I help the boys clear up this mystery.”
“Sometimes” remarked her companion, “I think it would be just as wise not to bother. We have only three weeks more—we’re out of debt now—and everything we make is clear profit. Why not let well enough alone?”