“Well, everybody knows you’re not,” said Lucile, running lightly up the stairs and stopping to make a laughing face at her brother over the banister. “Come on, girls,” she cried. “Everybody’s going and we haven’t even started yet.”
The girls followed her, laughing merrily, and Phil grinned at the fellows. “You can’t get the best of Lucy,” he said.
An hour later Lucile put out the light and crept into bed with a sigh. “Such a wonderful time,” she breathed, “and he is good looking. Jack——” Then she smiled whimsically into the dark. “It must run in the name,” she said.
CHAPTER IX
HURRAH, FOR EUROPE!
Lucile opened one sleepy eye upon the busily ticking little clock on the table. As she looked, her gaze became fixed and she sat up in bed with a startled exclamation.
“Eleven o’clock!” she cried. “Oh, it can’t be!” she added, with sudden inspiration, which was clouded with disappointment the next minute as the steady ticking continued.
“How silly!” she said, laughing at herself. “Since it’s still going, it’s certain that it hasn’t stopped.” With which profound remark she slipped out of bed and into her dressing gown.