Charlie and Ethel Minturn were invited up for a week from that day to take lunch and go to a matinee.
“They’ll never be able to take them,” Rex found opportunity to whisper to his brother. “I wish we’d told the girls about it this morning.”
“So do I, but I didn’t like to till Syd said he was ready.”
The Minturns could not fail to notice that the twins had something on their minds. Ethel spoke of it.
“Oh, it’s some piece of boys’ mischief, I’ll be bound,” exclaimed Jess, whereupon Roy and Rex exchanged glances and their hearts sank lower still.
On the way home in the train Rex announced that Miles Morrisey was coming that evening to spend Sunday with them.
“But I thought you and Roy were going to a meeting of your school society,” returned Jess. “If it hadn’t been for that we could have stayed to dinner at the Minturns’.”
“Great Scott, I forgot all about the Stylus!” exclaimed Rex. “Well, it don’t matter; we’ll have to give it up any way.”
The coming of night seemed to bring with it to Reginald a realizing sense of all that the new order of things would mean. He relapsed into thoughtfulness, in the midst of which he half sprang from his seat with an inarticulate exclamation.
“What’s the matter, Rex?” inquired Eva. “Oh, nothing,” he responded. But the color deepened slightly in his cheek, and he looked furtively at Roy.