"No," answered Cecilia, "certainly not."
"He seemed anxious to come," said Marjory consciously. Cecilia didn't reply.
"What's in that box?" asked Marjory.
"A present," answered Cecilia. She took it from the box and held it up for inspection.
"Oh, Lord!" said Marjory. "Your father?"
Cecilia again did not reply. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkled.
"If I were you," advised Marjory, "I wouldn't wear it to-night. You know how conservative the Twomblys are——"
"What he thinks is not vital to me," said Cecilia. "I shall wear it. I love it. I think it's beautiful!"
"You dear child!" said Marjory. She looked on the small liar with respect. Suddenly she was shocked into speechlessness. The small liar was sobbing wildly.
"Oh, Marjory! Oh, Marjory!" she gasped.