“What are you two looking so glum about? You need cheering up and I’ve got a fine surprise for you!”
“I must go,” said Nan, relieved at the interruption.
“Not much, you’re not! Bob has just telephoned that the Burleys of Chicago are in town and they’re coming out for dinner. And I’ve telephoned the Liggetts and the Martins and George Pickard and Edith Saxby and the Andrews. It will be like old times to have the old crowd together once more!”
“Of course, Nan will stay! She’s been making me miserable lately and that will help her square herself,” said Copeland.
“I must go, really,” Nan reiterated, suspecting that the party had been arranged in advance.
“Please don’t!” cried Copeland. “You can telephone home that you’ve been delayed—you can arrange it someway.”
“When I went downtown on an errand! I don’t see it!”
“Dinner’s at six; the Burleys have to go into town early,” said Mrs. Kinney.
“Oh, let her go!” exclaimed Copeland. “Our Nan isn’t the good sport she used to be, and she doesn’t love any of us any more. She’s gone back on all her old friends.”
“Oh, no, she hasn’t. I never knew her to take a dare! I don’t believe she’s going to do it now.”