“Your statement is a trifle ambiguous,” laughed Jeanette, “but I know what you mean.”
“And don’t you think so, too?” persisted Martha.
“Yes, I do; but for pity’s sake don’t let Nan know that you notice it. She just hates any of what she calls ‘foolishness over the boys.’”
“That’s the funny part of it,” said Martha. “I don’t believe she realizes that Jim is just crazy about her.”
“Or that she cares for him,” added Jeanette, to herself.
“Do you?”
“No-o-o,” yawned Jeanette. “I’m terribly sleepy. Let’s settle down.”
It would be easier for Nancy if they were both asleep when she came up, and she could slip into bed without having to talk. Martha was soon breathing heavily; but Jeanette did not succeed in getting to sleep until long after Nancy came to bed.
CHAPTER IX
RAMBLES ABOUT YARMOUTH