CHAPTER V—JUST FRESHIES
The Italian’s announcement was received by his hearers with varying degrees of surprise. His sole object in inquiring as he had regarding the Sans appeared to be a desire to prove his own surmises as correct. Satisfied on this point, he hospitably insisted on taking their dinner order himself, and trotted kitchenward to look after it.
“Humph!” Jerry gave vent to her favorite ejaculation the instant the proprietor of the restaurant had left them. “Now what do you suppose she is doing in this part of the world?”
“Ask me something easier.” Leila’s dark brows lifted themselves. “She may be visiting someone in the town of Hamilton.”
“I should think she would hate to come back here after what happened,” commented Muriel. “The idea of her telling Signor Baretti she had come back early to college. I suppose she thought he wouldn’t know that she had been expelled.”
“‘Be sure your sin will find you out,’” quoted Lucy with a touch of satiric humor. “It’s a moral warning to behave, isn’t it? News of disgrace travels fast and wide.”
“Yes, Luciferous, it does. I trust that you will ever walk in the path of rectitude. Let this deplorable instance be a lesson to you.”
Muriel had promptly taken advantage of Lucy’s remarks. Her mischievous features set in austerity she managed to keep them thus for at least two seconds. Then she burst into a ripple of laughter.
“Don’t lose any sleep over me,” was Lucy’s independent retort. “Just apply some of that wonderful advice to yourself.”
“I will, if I ever get to where I feel I need it,” beamingly assured Muriel.