“What fun!” cried Gloria, springing to her feet and threatening to dance. “Do you suppose we’ll see her in all her togs? Which way did she go? Didn’t you even shout at her?”
“No, to your last question but I couldn’t keep track of the others. I was so surprised when I recognized her I couldn’t even shout. Besides, all three seemed very serious. I would not have dared break in on them. Who, do you suppose, the woman was?”
“Her Steppy, of course, stepmother, you know. It is she, according to friend Pat, who drags Jack away in the night. Perhaps she does, too, if she’s a trouper,” reasoned Gloria.
“Well, at any rate, Glo, I guess we have discovered something. I know you’ve been aching for it, and I feel, somehow, a chunk, a good sized chunk of your special brand of excitement has actually arrived.”
“You don’t mean that Jack will come out and declare herself!” exclaimed Gloria. “Perhaps we won’t see or hear another word about it.” That possibility brought gloom.
“But others saw her,” reasoned Trixy. They were now retracing their steps and about to meet a group of girls also returning from their early morning exercise.
“Who saw her?” asked Gloria.
“I don’t know just who it was, but certainly some very slim girl dodged me, as I walked back from the stables. It looked a bit like Mary.”
“Oh, we’ll ask her,” declared Gloria. “At any rate Mary’s getting so friendly it would be nice to sort of take her in our confidence. Don’t you think so?”
“Well——” Trixy paused. Then continued: “Suppose we don’t say anything for a while and just see what happens. I wouldn’t want her to start anything sensational, you know.”