“And to think of them, off adventuring now, this very minute!” she exclaimed, pouting a little. “It was rather horrid of them to go at such an unearthly hour, when of course we weren’t up.”
May nodded cheerfully.
“Yes, I’d have enjoyed being in at the finish—if only I’d been invited.”
“And I, too,” Margaret declared. “Anyhow, it’s my affair in a way, so I think I’m entitled to a spectator’s privilege, at least.”
“It must be horribly exciting for you, with so much money involved,” May ventured, somewhat timidly.
Margaret received the suggestion without sign of offense, and answered seriously:
“I don’t wish Mr. Temple to fail. I don’t really need the money. Besides—” she broke off in confusion.
“And, besides, everything may come out right, after all, for everybody concerned,” May said slily.
Margaret blushed to warmest rose, but she showed no displeasure at the innuendo.
“Except the poor musicians,” she remarked; and then the two girls laughed joyously. As a matter of fact, each of them understood perfectly the progress of the other’s love-affair, but their intimacy was too new for the most sacred confidences. Then, Margaret received an inspiration: