“Maybe John will drive me out. You know he has a Ford now.”
“That’s nice,” commented Lily, thinking how much fun she derived from her Rolls-Royce, and making a valiant effort to remember that both were cars. “I see you’re in for a good time this summer.”
“Of course I’m in for a good time,” acknowledged Marjorie. “Isn’t it always a good time where Girl Scouts are included—especially the Girl Scouts of Pansy Troop’s old senior patrol?”
“Right you are! Still, motors never detract. I believe I’ll take mine down if we do live in Marie Louise’s house.”
“Oh, we’ll live there—I’m sure she meant it, or she wouldn’t have offered. I wish I could see it while I’m in Philadelphia.”
“You probably will,” sighed Lily, enviously.
She did not enjoy the prospect of a week-end alone at college while Marjorie was having a good time in the city. Nevertheless it was she who kept her promise to tell Doris of the intended visit, and as a result Marjorie and the Hadleys were invited to dinner at the Harris’s on the Saturday evening of the former’s stay in Philadelphia.
It was a mild spring day, and they found the little party assembled on the porch as John drove up. Marjorie opened the door of the car and jumped out eagerly.
The house was a modern three-story stone one, standing alone, and surrounded by just enough ground to separate it pleasantly from its neighbors. The porch, which was furnished already with wicker chairs and grass rugs, appeared most inviting.
“Oh, this is lovely!” cried Marjorie, as she greeted the girls, and was introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Harris.