“Please calm down, Max!” she begged. “It’s perfectly all right: Mrs. Weinberger is going to meet me and look after me. But I’d rather you didn’t say anything about it to Mother—I can explain better when I get home.”
“Still, I don’t like it,” he muttered.
Nevertheless, he took her to the hotel and waited with her until Mrs. Weinberger came downstairs.
“Don’t forget to be back home for the dance a week from tonight, Mary Lou!” he said at parting.
Mary Louise turned to Mrs. Weinberger.
“Have you seen the girls—Pauline Brooks and Mary Green?” she asked. She had explained over the telephone why she wanted to stay at the Bellevue.
“No, I haven’t,” replied the older woman. “But then, I have been in my own room.”
“How late do you expect to stay up tonight, Mrs. Weinberger?”
“Till about eleven, I suppose.”
“Will you bring your knitting or your magazine to my room till you’re ready to go to bed?”