The tall youth entered the room and stretched himself in a chair.
“Gee, Grandma! It makes a fellow feel lonesome. Why the dickens do you suppose Judy had to spend her vacation so far away from folks who care about her?”
“She’s with Irene,” Mrs. Dobbs replied, “and from what I hear, Pauline Faulkner has taken a great liking to both of them. Honey was saying only this morning that she wished she’d been invited, too.”
“I’m glad she wasn’t,” Peter returned with vigor. “At least I have a little to say about what my sister is and isn’t going to do. Where is she now?”
“Out with Horace. He’s been taking her out alone since Irene went away——”
But Mrs. Dobbs stopped speaking as Peter held up his hand. The music had played out and neither of them had been paying much attention to the announcements that followed until the name, Irene Lang, broke upon their senses. Missing, was she?
Peter gave a low whistle of surprise and then jumped to his feet.
“Where are you going?” his grandmother cried.
“Going to get the car,” he flung over his shoulder. “Judy will be needing me.”
In the hallway he bumped into Horace and Honey just returning from a short walk through town.