“But I have been quite worried, Jack, and I couldn’t get much satisfaction by telephoning. However, you’re here now, and we will forgive you. Did you have supper?”
“We had–dinner,” answered Ed, with a tantalizing smile. “It was a good one, too. Then we got on the right road and made pretty good time over here.”
The little party of young people was in the hotel parlor. As Cora had said, it was getting late, the hands of the clock approaching the midnight hour, and they all had had rather a strenuous time that day.
Jack and Ed had left their car in the garage with the others.
“Me for the downy feathers!” exclaimed Jack, with a yawn. “You look sleepy, too, Eline.”
“I’m not, even a little bit, really,” and she smiled brightly.
“They keep late hours–in Chicago,” remarked Belle, with a laugh.
“I really think we had better retire,” said Mrs. Fordam.
“That’s what I’m going to do–in the morning,” spoke Jack.
“You’re not going to stay up until morning, Jack!” cried Cora.