Molly found herself laughing and talking a great deal, and all the time she was thinking:
“We’ll be back to-morrow at noon. On Monday the holidays begin. Oh, if I can only see him before he goes!”
A great many young men came down to the station to see them off next morning. There was a din of farewells. On all sides girlish voices were calling:
“Good-bye!”
“It was the jolliest dance!”
“I never had a better time in all my life!”
“Awfully nice of you to ask us.”
Molly had joined in the chorus with the others and had grasped many outstretched hands and smiled and waved her handkerchief and listened to Otoyo in one ear, crying:
“Oh, Mees Brown, I do like the American young gentleman veree much,” while Judy in the other was saying:
“Wasn’t it glorious fun? I never saw you look better. I have a dozen compliments for you.”