“Tell me!” begged Gloria. “I’m fairly quivering with expectancy.”
“It’s about Jack,” began Trixy, catching her breath.
“Is she back?”
“She must be. I saw her before breakfast.”
“Where?”
“That’s my story, but you’re spoiling it all with your unromantic questions. Please, as the witnesses say, let me tell it in my own way.”
“Proceed,” ordered Gloria, with a flourish of her free arm.
“You know I went out very early——”
“I do.”
“But I didn’t waken you. I heard you breathing awake long before.”