“We’ll tell you in a little while now, girls,” he said. “But seriously, I think you had better give up this trip to Marley.”
“But what excuse will we send the Minturns?”
Roy hesitated. This was a poser.
“Can’t you put it off?” he said finally, as a makeshift.
“Of course we can’t, without giving a reason for it,” returned Jess. “I think you boys are just as mean as you can be. Because you’ve got up some scheme between you that you’d rather do than go with us, you just won’t go.”
“Ah, Jess, it isn’t that. It’s—but I can’t tell you now. Come, Rex, we’d better go after all. One day won’t make any difference.”
Rex objected a little longer, but was at last won over.
“I don’t suppose we could tell them without Syd’s consent,” he said when he and Roy had gone up stairs to get their coats. “But it’ll seem exactly like dancing on our own graves.”
“Oh, not so bad as that, Reggie,” returned Roy.
The day was a terribly hard one to both boys. All sorts of plans were discussed and adopted for future good times.