The head waiter conducted the party to a table in a far-distant corner of the room, where the girls could see them without staring rudely.
“That’s Evelyn Stone,” said a woman at the table next to them. “She’s with her fiancé, Ebenezer Stone. He’s her second cousin, you know.”
“When did you say they were to be married?”
“The day after to-morrow. That’s why they’re in town. She is to be married in the annex of the Temple on Saturday. They say she’s not over-anxious, either. There was another man in the case, you know. But something happened, and she’s consented to marry Ebenezer, who’s always wanted her. He’s a good Mormon and hard working. He’s made a lot of money, I believe——”
“He’s a piece of granite without any soul,” put in a man in the party.
“Strike it hard enough, and sparks will fly,” said one of the women.
The Motor Maids and Miss Campbell exchanged looks of dismay.
“Married the day after to-morrow,” they repeated in whispers. “And stopping in this hotel. Where, oh where, was Daniel Moore?”
They glanced at the door uneasily.
“I think we’d better not stop in here, children,” said Miss Campbell in a low voice. “It would be only a kindness to keep Mr. Moore from coming into the dining room while they are there.”