“Oh, do,” begged Gloria. “There’s nothing like it for nerves, and you have a headache, haven’t you?”
“A little. I didn’t sleep well. Guess I’m not quite fit for this quiet life——” she smiled quizzically.
“Isn’t it awful?” interrupted Trixy. “I don’t know whether to bless or blame Gloria for dragging me here. But not being a quitter I suppose I’ll stay.”
“If you don’t, I don’t,” declared Gloria. All three had separated themselves from the others and were now on the porch ready for the hike and awaiting the leader.
“Really, don’t you like it here?” pressed Mary gently. She might not have seemed so pale but for her black satin dress. She always wore such dark colors when the uniform was not required, whereas then the other girls just melted into color glory.
“We are rather spoiled, I’m afraid,” admitted Trixy. “Little Glo has lately distinguished herself as an engineer; that is, she discovered a river the engineers had overlooked, and what hasn’t happened in the way of good fortune since that eventful day!” Trixy intoned reminiscently.
“How interesting!” Mary said politely.
“Since you’re telling tales, Trixy, I might add——” drawled Gloria, “that the engineer, the young, handsome and all that sort of thing young fellow, is a special friend of yours. There is the barest possibility she misses him——”
“Glo!”