“I am glad to do what I can to help,” Doris told them.
Already she was pleased to see that the tension between Iris and Azalea was somewhat relaxed. She hoped that before the day was over they would have forgotten their foolish quarrel.
As Dave had stated that he would call for the girls about one o’clock, they began to watch for him soon after luncheon. As the airport was some distance from the mansion, they expected him to come for them in a car, and accordingly kept close watch of the road.
Presently an automobile drove up, and Doris and Kitty, thinking it must be Dave, snatched up their wraps and started for the gate. Halfway down the path they saw they had made a mistake. Ronald Trent was getting out of his roadster.
“Hello, girlies,” he greeted with a sickening smile as he opened the gate. “Coming to meet me, eh?”
“No, we weren’t,” Doris returned. “We are waiting for a friend of ours.”
“We’re going for an airplane ride,” Kitty added.
“High fliers, eh?” Ronald smirked, and then laughed loudly at his own inane joke.
Doris and Kitty did not even smile. They wished that he would go on into the house and leave them alone.
“Who is that flying sweetheart of yours?” he teased.