“Well, of all the——” began Phil, at a loss to understand such insanity. Then, with a shrug of the shoulders, he voiced the eternal and oft-repeated masculine query:
“Aren’t girls the limit?”
CHAPTER XVII
THE GLORY OF THE PAST
With light hearts and lighter feet the girls danced from the dark hotel to the sun-flooded street. Umbrellas had been down for half an hour and in some places the sidewalks were already partly dry. Smiles and friendly nods had once more become the fashion where before had been only grumbling discontent, with now and then a muttered, “Beastly rotten day, what?”
“Oh, what a dif-fer-ence!” cried Lucile, surveying the scene with delight. “I’d begun to be rather disgusted with London this morning, everything looked so dreary and forlorn. I wonder what can be keeping Dad and Mother,” she added, turning to the hotel entrance, while her foot tapped impatiently. “They said they’d be with us right away—oh, here they are! Speaking of angels——”
“And they’re sure to turn up,” said Phil, producing himself with startling suddenness from nowhere. “Bet you can’t guess where I’ve been.”
“Why work when you don’t have to?” philosophized Jessie. “If we don’t care where you’ve been, why bother to guess?”