Otherwise there were no accidents.
Neither were there any appetites for dinner that evening, among the reckless Doves.
CHAPTER XIX
GEMS AND MOSS AGATE
A week passed rather tranquilly, with Jane still presiding over Jack’s room and Gloria still wondering what would happen when Mrs. Corday would come back from her treasure quest.
No mention of the necklace episode had been made to Jack, who was now progressing very favorably, and also getting gayer every day, according to Pat, and prettier every day according to Gloria.
“There’s nothing like idleness to really make a girl look handsome,” Gloria insisted absurdly, “caps and cushions are so wonderfully becoming.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” drawled Trixy. “You look all right in a smock and standing.”
“Thanks, but I’ve done my share. You may don the smock, and here’s the duster.” Trixy caught it on the way to her eye. “This is the psychological moment for me to read dad’s letter over. I want to see what he says about Honolulu brides.”
“They’re hideous. Just consult your geographical,” commented Trixy. “Besides, I didn’t invite the girls in here to kick up all this dust. It was your party.” But she continued to flutter the duster around indifferently, and once caught the alarm clock before it smashed its face desperately upon the hearth. “I may re-read a letter myself. Mother expects us both for Thanksgiving, you know,” set forth Beatrix Travers.