Nancy was interested in Paul; it was so easy to talk to him—which fact Rosa presently explained.
“That’s because he’s so awfully smart,” she said when Nancy remarked how much she liked him. “He’s all ready for the M. I. T. I heard Gar say so.”
“The Massachusetts Institute of Technology,” amplified Nancy, “and he seems only like a high school boy.”
“Just being smart does it,” said Rosa cryptically. “One has either to be smart or handsome, and Paul is going to be both.”
Margot came hurriedly out and interrupted them.
“I want to see you alone, Rosalind,” she said, so severely that Nancy was glad to run off to her room and leave Rosa with her judge. She wondered what could be the matter that Margot would use such a tone, and look so indignantly at Rose.
“All right, Maggie,” was all that Rosa said in reply to the peremptory summons.
CHAPTER XIII
A PARTY CAPE OF BLUE
It was two days later that the box of pretty things arrived from Boston. Nancy was glad that it had been addressed to Mrs. Frederic Fernell, for had her name been upon it, even under the other, she would not have known how to explain to Rosa.