“We’re likely to stay on here indefinitely,” Millicent was saying. “I’d rather go away in the winter; the summer is really a joy. A lot of the people we know are staying at home. Connie and Shep are not going away, and Dale says she’s not going to budge. And Helen Torrence keeps putting off half a dozen flights she’s threatened to take. And Bud and Maybelle seem content. So why run away from friends?”
“No reason, of course. The corn requires heat and why should we be superior to the corn?”
“I had a letter from Leila today. She says she’s perishing to come home!”
“I’ll wager she is!” laughed Bruce. “What’s going to happen when she comes?”
He picked up his hat and they were slowly crossing the lawn toward the gate.
“You mean Freddie Thomas.”
“I suppose I do mean Fred! But I didn’t mean to pump you. It’s Leila’s business.”
“I’ll be surprised if a few months’ travel doesn’t change Leila. She and Freddy had an awful crush on each other when she left. If she’s still of the same mind—well, her father may find the trip wasn’t so beneficial!”
From her tone Bruce judged that Millicent was not greatly concerned about Leila. She went through the gates with him to his car at the curb.
“Whatever it is you sent shooting through the night—here’s good luck to it!” she said as he climbed into his machine. “Do you suppose that’s the train?”