“Righto! I thought you’d know immediately. To Roger Harris.”
“Well! Well! The fellow Jack knows?”
“The very same.”
“Tell me who all are coming to the luncheon day after tomorrow,” begged Marjorie.
“Well,” began Lily, “first there’s Doris, and Marie Louise Harris, Roger’s sister, who is to be maid-of-honor, and—”
But the entrance of Mrs. Andrews into the room interrupted the conversation for a moment, while she greeted Marjorie. The latter, who was sitting on the davenport beside Lily, still wore her hat and travelling coat. She rose as the older woman came in.
“Do take off your things and stay a few minutes, Marjorie,” she said, laughingly. “Or haven’t you time?”
“We haven’t time to stop talking long enough,” explained Marjorie. “We have so much to say. You see I’m hearing all about the luncheon.”
“Then to continue,” went on Lily, “I expect all the other girls of the senior patrol. That’s all.”
“Tell me what everybody is doing,” demanded Marjorie, anxious to hear all the gossip.