“I understand perfectly. I’m spending an evening at home for a change and I just thought I’d let you know our gay cavaliers hadn’t forgotten us. Is your company exciting?”
“Just nice. You met him this morning.”
“I’d guessed it. And you took him home for supper, like the good little girl you are! Well, it’s a joy to meet one of the unvarnished occasionally. I may try to take him away from you; just hand him that!”
CHAPTER SIX
I
The repentant mood induced by the spectacle of the football game and John Moore’s visit still lay upon Grace the next morning when she went down to the Durland eight o’clock Sunday breakfast.
“I’m sorry you hurried down,” said her mother cheerily. “I don’t want you girls to come into the kitchen Sunday mornings; you’re both tired from your week’s work and I want you to make the Sabbath a real day of rest.”
“Oh, I’m for getting up when I wake up,” Grace answered. “I’m feeling fine. Let me do the toast, Ethel. I just love toasting.”
She led the talk at the table, recurring to the football game, exploring the newspaper for the sporting page to clarify her impressions of certain points in the contest.
“John was simply a scream! He talked of everything under the sun. You might have thought he didn’t want me to know what was going on at all!”