“I hate to go, with you not along, but I couldn’t miss it.”
“I should think not!”
“When did you get in, Marta?”
“Only yesterday evening. I have been unpacking. I gave Aline and Eleanor the choice of rooms; was that all right?”
“Certainly it was. You mean of the bedrooms, I suppose.”
“Yes. There wasn’t much choice, but I suggested that since both were there, they select the one they preferred. Both the girls were very pleasant about it and demurred a little, but selected their room and went ahead. You will find us pretty well fixed up, Miss Sterling!”
“Good. Let’s stop first and see Katherine and Dots and the others. My luggage hasn’t been sent up yet, has it?”
“No.”
Warm welcome waited at the Katherine-Dots-Ethel-Lucile headquarters. “Oh, is it Ann!” exclaimed Dorothy. “Come right in and see our studio,—latest effects in tapestry, water colors and oils.”
Ann saw nothing but new curtains and Lucile’s paints, but expressed her admiration and returned the embraces of her chums. “Last time I saw you girls we were in the ‘Western Wilds,’” she said.