“Oh, yes, with the earrings—” added Millie.
“And the masquerade costumes,” ventured Gloria.
“Well, I’ll say he ought to bring something pretty nice to make up for taking you away from all this,” conceded Ben. “Don’t you hate to leave it?”
“Oh, you mustn’t,” warned Millie, jumping up quickly. “We are all pledged to keep Gloria—to—to—”
“Oh, I see. A thousand pardons!” begged the young man. “And maybe I’m keeping you from something more important, although it couldn’t be more enjoyable than this,” he declared.
Millie laughed outright.
“Now see here, Miss Millie Graham,” he objected, “I didn’t say this,” touching his coat with his field glasses, “I said that!” waving them at the scenery.
They all laughed. Somehow it seemed easier to laugh than to reply, and Millie just loved a good giggle.
A shout in a well-known voice attracted their attention.
“Oh, here comes Tom!” exclaimed Gloria. “I wonder if—”