"Oh, yes," Lady McIntyre remembered.
"What for?" asked Bobby, tumbling downstairs. "Want to be driven somewhere? Bags I—"
"Certainly not!" Madge called out to him. And then in a markedly different tone, "I've turned everything out of.... Oh, you've got it!"
It was all right, Miss Greta said comprehensively. She would go to the station alone.
"Oh, please let me come!" Madge begged.
Miss von Schwarzenberg shook her head. Madge looked at her wistfully. "I wish she wasn't coming!"
Then with a gleam, "I believe you do too!"
Miss von Schwarzenberg smiled.
"Who is it?" demanded Bobby.
"Oh, a little American friend of mine. A girl I went to school with."