"Dear little Charlie," murmured Marjorie. "I'm so glad."
A pleasant silence fell upon the two young girls. So much had happened that for a brief moment each was busy with her own thoughts.
"Are you coming back to school to finish the year, Constance?" asked Marjorie, at last.
"Yes. I am going to try to make up for lost time. I'll take in June the examinations I should have tried in January. I hope to be a Sanford sophomore, Marjorie. Aunt Edith is coming to visit us this summer. She is going to bring Charlie home."
Constance remained with Marjorie until almost noon.
"I wish you'd stay to luncheon," coaxed the little lieutenant.
"I can't. I'm sorry. I promised father I'd be home at noon."
"Then I wish you were going to the picnic this afternoon."
Constance shook her head, looking wistful, nevertheless.
"I'd rather not. Mignon will be there. It is better to be out of sight and out of mind until after Monday."