“You other people will have to amuse yourselves,” he paused long enough to say. “We are too busy to bother about you.”
“Thank Heaven!” ejaculated Martha fervently.
After talking nonsense for a few minutes, Griff led the conversation to the subject of books and plays; and Jeanette found him a really delightful companion.
“I like to see the first impression Griff makes on strangers,” observed Jim to Nancy. “Martha is evidently going to fight with him all the time.”
“Yes, and poor Janie is fussed to death. She doesn’t know what to make of him. But,” she added in a lower tone, “they seem to be enjoying each other’s company now.”
“She’ll like him after a while. Girls always do.”
“Sorry to be so late,” said John Pierce, coming in at that moment; “but it couldn’t be helped.”
Jim introduced him to Griff, and the party went down in the elevator. A taxi soon whirled them through the streets to the Copley-Plaza Hotel.
“Oh, I’ve always heard so much about this, and wished to see it,” whispered Nancy to Jim as they entered.
A table for seven had been reserved for them at one side of the circular dining room, and they were soon making up for their “skimpy luncheon.” They had so many things to talk about, that they spent a long time over dinner.