He had called at the hospital twice, but she had been too busy to see him. Thanks to her work, the excuse was genuine in both instances.
“Oh, Marion! I’m so glad!” cried Dollie as she admitted her. “That dear old ‘baldy’ of mine has given me a day’s vacation. If he hadn’t I would have missed you, and that would have been awful.”
Miss Allyn came in and hugged Marion enthusiastically, and in a very short time they were all seated at a cozy dinner.
“I want you to tell me something, Alma,” said Marion, after she had heard all the news and both girls looked at her quickly, there was so much seriousness in her manner.
“What is it, dear?” asked Miss Allyn, curiously.
“I want you to tell me what you know of Reginald Brookes,” said Marion, quietly. “There is a reason why I should know all that I can possibly learn about him.”
“Oh, Marion, he hasn’t proposed to you already, has he?” asked Dollie.
“No, indeed,” said Marion, laughing, “but I have another reason for wishing to know all I can about him. I will tell you both what it is just as soon as I think I am right in doing so.”
“Well, I will tell you what I know,” said Miss Allyn, blushing a little. “I’ve known Reginald Brookes ever since he was born, so I think I can speak with some authority.”
Marion held her breath and bent forward to listen, and the eagerness in her manner did not escape Miss Allyn.