“Where were the other servants?”
“At their regular Saturday night party. They call it Club Night.”
“When did these boys induce you to go on this disgraceful expedition?”
“They didn’t induce me,” replied Isabelle. “It was my idea.”
“Isabelle Bryce!” her mother burst out. “You asked twelve boys to spend the night with you?”
“No, I thought it would be fun to play John Smith, Pocahontas and Indians at night, with a fire. So we planned it. Then we thought you might get back from the club before we did, and kick up a row, so I said why not sleep in the tents, and sneak in at daylight, so you’d never know.”
“Did you ever hear anything so awful?” Max demanded of Wally.
“I don’t think she understands just what it is she has done,” he said, hesitatingly.
“Don’t you dare make excuses for her!”
“Don’t you know it isn’t decent for you to spend the night in the woods, with twelve boys?”