She was on her knees before the smaller of the two trunks and had taken out a good deal of the contents, still grumbling good-naturedly, when her mother came in.
“What are you talking to yourself about, Lucile? I could hear you way down the hall; and what are you doing? 51 I thought you had your trunks nearly packed.” Mrs. Payton’s voice was irritably impatient.
Lucile sat back on her heels with a joyful, “I’ve got it, I’ve got it—and I didn’t have to unpack the whole trunk, either!”
“Got what?” cried Mrs. Payton, sharply. “I asked you a question.”
Lucile sobered instantly. “My scarf,” she answered. “I had the trunk all packed, and then I thought of it. I guess I have everything else, though.”
“Let us hope so. As soon as you put the things back, you had better get ready for to-night. It’s pretty late.”
“All right; I guess I will have to hurry,” Lucile agreed, and finished the repacking in silence.
Five minutes later she flew to the ’phone and called up Jessie.
“Hello!” she cried. “That you, Jessie? I’ve just finished packing, and I’ve got to get dressed in a hurry. How about you?”
“I’m not quite through yet,” came the answer. “But I will be pretty soon. Mother came to my rescue a few minutes ago, and together we’re making things fly.”