“Oh, how awful!”
“Sh! Oh, gosh, we’re caught! Why must girls always talk?” lamented Jane.
The moon came up in the sky, making the night more enchanting, more wonderful than before. The games broke up, and Mrs. Flick called the people to refreshments.
“Sit with me, Mary Lou,” urged David, jealously touching her arm.
“We must find Mother,” returned the girl.
“She’s over there with Mrs. Hunter and the hotel bunch. You don’t want to be with them, do you?”
“Not particularly. But I do want to be with Mother and Jane and Cliff. So come on!”
David closed his lips tightly, but he followed Mary Louise just the same. Mrs. Gay made a place for them, and the young couple sat down.
“You’re not still worried, are you, Mother?” asked Mary Louise as she passed the chicken salad.
“I’m afraid I am, dear. If we could only see Shady Nook from here, perhaps the boys would flash their lights.”