But though Doris was an only child, and would be greatly missed by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sands had evidently decided to allow no parting sadness to spoil the happiness of these days; and, following their example, everyone adopted an exuberant mood. Doris and Roger were happiest of all.
Marjorie sat next to John Hadley, and he seized the first opportunity to speak of the tea-room.
“Mother has no end of plans,” he said; “and she says there’s an awful lot to get ready. So could you girls manage to come to Philadelphia as soon as college closes, and all pitch in and help?”
“I’d love to!” cried Marjorie, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “And I guess most of the other girls could, too. I don’t think anybody has anything much planned for the first part of June.”
“And bring the capital along, mother said; you ought to keep it in a Philadelphia bank, you know.”
“Naturally. John, do you suppose five hundred dollars will be enough?”
“I don’t think you ought to go in any deeper than that—just for a summer,” replied the young man, gravely. “It would be too much of risk.”
“But can we do it for that?”
“Mother seems to think you can. You can go over it thoroughly with her. And that reminds me, is the baby’s mother still alive?”
“Yes, she had the operation and is still living. And Daisy got a good woman to take care of Betty while she is at school.”