Ruth's eyes turned toward Gretzinger with an inquiring look.
"There won't be room for three of us, will there?"
"No," he answered.
Her regard still continued directed at him.
"I'm sure there won't be," she said, with conviction. "It probably won't storm before to-morrow, in any case. I'll tell Mr. McDonnell in the morning and he can send up his big car for her."
"Or you can take her to town yourself," Gretzinger added in an indifferent tone.
"I can't spare the time," Lee said.
"But dearie, I'll be done packing in two minutes, while it will take Imogene half an hour," Ruth replied. "She's too slow to wait for. And she has one of her eternal headaches, too."
Ruth was hurriedly removing articles from her trunk to the suit-case.
"Listen, please," Lee said, addressing her. "If Imo remains she may become snowbound, and if snowbound, freeze. I can't go, I can't possibly go. With this storm coming, I must stay at camp. As things are, a blizzard may put me out of business."