“You’re an angel, Hannah!” exclaimed Mary Louise. To the girls she said, “Scram, if you want me downstairs in two minutes.”
Soon after breakfast the cars arrived. There were three of them—the two sports roadsters belonging to Max Miller and Norman Wilder, and a sedan driven by one of the girls of their crowd, a small, red-haired girl named Hope Dorsey, who looked like Janet Gaynor.
Max had brought an extra boy for Elsie, a junior at high school, by the name of Kenneth Dormer, and Mary Louise introduced him, putting him with Elsie in Max’s rumble seat. She herself got into the front.
“Got your swimming suit, Mary Lou?” asked Max, as he started his car with its usual sudden leap.
“Of course,” she replied. “As a matter of fact, I brought two of them.”
“I hadn’t noticed you were getting that fat!”
“That’s just about enough out of you! I don’t admire the Mae West figure, you know.”
“Then why two suits?” inquired the young man. “Change of costume?”
“One for Elsie and one for me,” explained Mary Louise. “I don’t believe Elsie can swim, but she’ll soon learn. Will you teach her, Max?”
“I don’t think I’ll get a chance to, from the way I saw Ken making eyes at her. He’ll probably have a monopoly on the teaching.”