“Yes, where?” echoed Dorothy.
“Where do you suppose?” mocked Jim. “Well, I will tell you. Ruth it is your room.”
“My room!” exclaimed the girl.
“Yes, your room,” laughed Jim. “I am to have it next Wednesday. Mrs. Quarren said you were to leave it Tuesday.”
“Tuesday!” interrupted Dorothy, in a very much surprised tone of voice.
“Yes, dear, Tuesday. Didn’t Mr. Ludlow tell you?” added Ruth. “Tuesday we go to Washington on the noon train.”
“Ah, is it so soon? I didn’t know it. It makes me feel so sad. I hate to leave New York now, just as I am becoming used to it,” wailed Dorothy. “Oh, I just must go back to the hotel. I have to practice and it is getting late.”
“Come on, Dorothy,” said Jim, rising and walking to the door.
“Good-bye till to-night,” said Dorothy.