Company was expected.
Lillian had invited a few particular friends in to see them, on account of its being Joe’s birthday.
As yet they had not begun to arrive, but would soon appear upon the scene.
Darrell heard a vehicle coming, and stopped in a dark spot near by.
“The first of the guests,” he muttered.
As the carriage stopped in front of the house he gave a start.
“Jupiter! guests with trunks—that’s odd.” There was a trunk up beside the driver, who at once leaped to the ground.
As he opened the door a vision of jaunty wraps and bonnets sprang out and flew up the steps to ring the bell, while Darrell held his breath as he guessed the truth.
The door opened.
“Marian!”