“He must want me for a bridesmaid for his second wedding,” thought Eveley resentfully, as she hurriedly dressed. But accustomed to obey the calls of friendship, she put on a heavy sport skirt and sweater, and had even pulled her soft hat over her curls before she went to the window.
“I am ready, but I do not approve of it,” she began rather unpleasantly.
“You’d better take a doughnut, or a roll, or an orange, or something, for we have no time for breakfast,” he said in the same assertive voice. “She will not be back until afternoon, Miss Ledesma. Sorry if it interferes with any of your plans, but it can not be helped. Get your coat, quickly, Eveley.”
“It does interfere with our plans,” she said crossly. “We were going up to the mountains for a beefsteak fry with Jimmy and Nolan.”
“Never mind,” said Marie softly. “It may come another Sunday. Mr. Landis seems to need you.”
“All ready, Eveley? Let me help you. Good-by, Miss Ledesma.”
And Eveley found herself marching briskly down the rustic steps away from her own plan and her own desire, and with no knowledge of what lay before her.
“You might at least tell me where we are going,” she said at last, after he had hurried her into the car and started away.
“To see Miriam,” he answered.
“Oh!” Eveley’s voice was a long gasp. She was content to wait after that for his explanation, although it was very slow in coming.