He soon appeared with a big tray of cups, spoons, sugar, cream, and pots of steaming coffee.
“I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed food so much,” said Jim, after they had finished, and were clearing up. “One gets awfully tired of the regular hotel menus.”
“I’ll bet I never would,” said Martha. “Anyhow, I’d like to try it until I did.”
“Which would not be long,” finished Nancy.
“Now, folks,” said Miss Ashton, “much as I hate to break up this delightful party, it is nearly midnight, and we have to take to the road again in the morning.”
They hastily said good night, and Jim went off to his quarters with a backward glance at the window which framed Nancy’s rose-colored loveliness.
“If you hear me holler during the night,” said Martha, “you’ll know that someone reached in this window and grabbed my feet.”
The girls laughed; but after they were settled in the twin beds on either side of their own room, Nancy asked Jeanette rather hesitatingly:
“Do you suppose anyone would?”
“Would what?”