“She is my cousin, about my brother’s age and has been to boarding school for several years, in the East. You ought to hear her and my brother tell about their schools! Well, we shall see—”
“What we shall see!” finished Hilary.
CHAPTER VIII
CONSPIRATORS
Suite No. 59 was “seething with conspiracy”, as Betty Barnes declared. “No, thank you, I haven’t time to come in, or to be a Catiline.” Upon which Virginia Morris, also of the Cicero class, appropriately cried, “How long, O Carver, will you abuse our patience?”
“O tempora, O mores!” added Lilian North.
“Mercy, Lil, you don’t mean to say you remember that!”
“Only that. I recognized it when I found it. It is a pet expression of my father’s. Why didn’t you ask Hilary to come in?”
“Nothing doing,” replied slangy little Isabel Hunt. She it was whom Cathalina had seen as the small cyclone whirling past on that first day. “Hilary wouldn’t do it.”
“We’re not going to do anything bad,” said Eloise.
“No, but I think her little conscience would hurt her.”