“She will be here a little later,” said Grace evasively.
“Ah, yes, I see,” smirked Hippy. “I suppose she is looking up further information on the drama. Miriam is really well-informed on that subject. Did she go to the library or”—he paused and his smile grew wider—“to the train?”
Absolute silence followed this pertinent question. Then Jessica giggled. That giggle proved infectious. A ripple of mirth went the round of the porch party.
“Here comes Miriam now.” Grace pointed down the drive. Two figures were seen strolling toward the house in leisurely fashion.
“Yes, here she comes. Better ask her what you just asked us,” Reddy satirically advised Hippy.
“Why ask questions when my eyes tell me it was the train? Still, if you think it advisable I will——”
“Be good,” ordered Nora. “Don’t you dare say one word.”
“But I haven’t made my observation yet,” reminded Hippy.
“It will keep.”
“Ah, here they come! Now for a pretty little speech of welcome.” Hippy rose and puffed out his chest, but before he could utter a word he was jerked back by the coat tails to the porch seat on which he and Nora had been sitting.