“You’ll have to try another line, Serena,” she said. “No use pretending that Sambo wasn’t here.”
“Oh, let me alone!” cried Serena desperately. “Don’t I know that?”
“Well, look here,” said Jinky thoughtfully. “Where is he, anyhow?”
“Down on the shore road, waiting for me. We were going to run over to the Abercrombies’ in his car. If I don’t show up, he’ll come back here, and they’ll telephone. Oh, Jinky, I’m—”
“Hold up a minute! Let’s see! No use in my going—Jesse would tag along; but the Moriarty girl could go.”
“Moriarty!” cried Serena. “You’re simply insane, Jinky! Why, she’s the most—”
“I think she’s a pretty decent sort of kid. Anyhow, I’ll try.”
“But, Jinky, she’s ill—didn’t come down to dinner. She sent me word that she had an awful headache. There’s no use wasting time over her.”
“I’ll have a try at it,” persisted Jinky.
“Jinky!” said Serena, with fervor. “You’re a simply wonderful pal to me! I’ll never forget this—never!”