Suppose they should call her! She would not answer, she could not answer until she had—
How could she get all that stuff off!
Voices! Coming up!
“Why, Hazel! This is a surprise!”
“Hazel!” gasped the frightened girl. “What ever shall I do!” She was trying to get out of the robe, she had switched off the lights, and the voices were now at the very door!
“I just had a chance to ride out” (this was Hazel’s voice) “and so I grabbed it. You have no idea how strict they are. One would think we were in a convent.” Deprecation akin to scorn.
“Gloria is here,” said Mrs. Towers, in a resigned voice.
“Oh—yes.” This short sentence was not uttered with any gasp of delight, but Hazel drawled it out meaningly. The “yes” was raised significantly.
“Yes,” repeated the mother. “I wonder—”
She evidently did not want to admit that the cousin was usurping her daughter’s room.