Mollie sighed and permitted the liberty with an air of great resignation.
In the meanwhile, Allen was whispering into Betty's almost reluctant little ear.
"Did you really mean what you said about its being glorious to give yourself for a great cause?" he asked softly.
"Why, I—g-guess so," she stammered, taken off her guard. "Why?"
"Oh, just because," he answered vaguely, watching the elusive little dimple at the corner of her mouth, "I might want to remind you of it—some day."
CHAPTER X
ALARMING SYMPTOMS
The girls awoke one morning several days later—days of routine duty at the Hostess House—with the delightful sensation of something good impending. Crowded as they were in the one big room for Mrs. Sanderson's accommodation, they had formed the habit of talking over their prospective fun before the actual work and hurry and bustle of the day began.
So it was this morning, just after the sun had streamed in through the two big east windows and settled on the tip of Betty's upturned little nose in a most provocative manner.