“Oh, Ethel, I couldn’t do it! My curiosity has the best of me. Besides, I have a new scheme up my sleeve!”
“A new scheme? What?” demanded Ethel. It seemed as if Marjorie’s brain were never idle.
“Why, we have done so well this summer in establishing a business, that I think we could ‘sell out.’ We have proved that the thing pays, so perhaps some ambitious woman might buy our trade and our equipment, if we advertise.”
“Good gracious, Marj! That’s a splendid idea! It ought to net us quite a comfortable little sum!”
“That’s what I think. But don’t you see that it would be wrong—almost dishonest—to sell a business with such a shadow hanging over it? Suppose something dreadful were to happen—wouldn’t you feel responsible?”
“Yes, I suppose I would,” Ethel admitted.
“So you see how necessary it is for us to clear the name,” explained Marjorie. “And therefore I can’t very well take a vacation. But you must—for a week, at least!”
“Well, then, I will. Come on—isn’t it time to go to meet Lily?”
“I guess it is,” replied Marjorie, consulting her watch.
The girls reached the station just as the train pulled in. Marjorie was thankful to see it on time; she hated waiting, particularly when she had so much to tell Lily.