“Come with us in the motor to San Francisco.”
Billie hardly realized her own words.
“I can’t, I can’t,” whispered Evelyn, in an agonized tone of voice.
“I must be getting back now,” said Billie, when the telephone conversation was over. “The things are lovely, Evelyn. Perhaps we shall see you to-morrow. We are going sight-seeing all day, but we shall be here for meals. Good-night.”
“Come with us in the motor to San Francisco.”
The two girls kissed warmly.
Mr. Stone accompanied Billie around the corridor to her room.