“You don’t imagine that Eleanor would ever be intimate with our crowd, do you?”
“Stranger things have happened. How can she resist us, tell me that?”
“Of course, I had not thought of how irresistible we are! Have a chocolate, Marta. Maurice gave Suzanne and me each a box when we started. Madeline was disappointed that she was not remembered, too, but Maury did not come to the station. His train, in fact, left before ours. How did you like Maurice, Marta?”
“He has the making of a fine man,—if he is not spoiled. His gay temperament is very taking, but I imagine that it is a source of danger, too.”
“You talk like an old lady, Marta,” laughed Ann, who had been guilty of similar thoughts, however, in regard to her cousin.
“I thought about him,” said Marta simply. “He watched you so much and I got to thinking.”
“It is not wise to think too much, fair room-mate; and by the way, I may run off at Christmas time for quite a stay.”
“How is that?”
“Grandmother plans to have me and Suzanne—Suzanne and me, I mean,—go to Florida with them. I don’t know how long I shall be gone, but I’ll do some studying there, Mother thinks.”
“It will be fine for you, though I shall certainly miss you.”