“I hope I don’t have any more like it. And, besides, it was not half so romantic as my meeting with Donald. Did I tell you that I had a letter from Lawrence Haverhill this morning? Wait till I get it.”
“I am surprised at the way the boys are writing to us. I had another letter from Bob, too. Here it is. You remember when we all said ‘yes, we’d write,’ when the boys all asked us together. But I never thought they really would—though I did think that Lawrence Haverhill was interested in you, Betty.”
“I don’t think he is, but I remember how surprised Robert Paget was to find you so grown up, and how he looked at you so much. Didn’t you say that either he hadn’t visited Phil for a year or two, or that you happened to be away?”
“Yes. I was not there when Bob was.”
“Life is getting very interesting, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but I hope that it will not also become too complicated for comfort. I am no flirt and I am content with one nice man to take me around.”
“I think we have no need to worry yet. I liked all the boys at your house, and I’m having a fine time here.”
“There must be something in that Hallowe’en superstition!”
“My, but I was scared when I saw Donald’s face in the mirror!”
“Do the gentlemen come for us for the reception?” asked Cathalina.