"It was just an idea I had," Toffee replied proudly.
"In night clubs all over the country," Marc commented dryly. "Thousands of girls have that same idea three times nightly, only they get paid for their nakedness ... or hauled into night court by the decency squad."
Fortunately, any further discussion of Toffee's "creation" was suddenly forestalled by the unexpected sound, from outside, of tires leaving pavement and turning grindingly onto gravel. Marc and Toffee ran swiftly to the window, where they vied athletically for a view of the drive; each for his own separate reason. Marc was having nightmarish visions of Julie, returned with a changed mind to share the remainder of his vacation. Toffee only knew that any addition, at this moment, was bound to be an interesting one.
"It's a man!" she breathed happily.
"Thank heaven," Marc sighed relievedly, then on second thought added, "Good grief!"
An instant later, a knock sounded at the front door and Toffee started eagerly toward the hall. "I'll let him in," she said over her shoulder.
"Don't!" cried Marc. "What about the thing in the closet?"
"Oh, that!" Toffee called back airily. "We'll have him hang his hat on a lamp or something." She continued toward the door.
"Stop!" Marc yelled commandingly.
And Toffee opened the door.