"Evidently she has no secrets from you," said Scott, vexed.
"We're b.f.'s, you know. I suppose you think Dirty Me for trying to cut in on her with you."
"I don't know that I'd thought of it at all."
"Now we're very old and stately," said the girl with mischievous alarm. "It makes us coldly dignified to be teased.... Heavens! Are we home already? Good-bye, and thank you for a corking afternoon. See you to-night."
She waved him a farewell, but reappeared as his car came back around the curve at the side of the house. "Don't forget the lucky numbers, Cary," she called, in her high, sweet drawl.
"No danger," he answered, wondering just why she had come back to say that.
He understood when, in the hallway back of Cissie, he caught sight of Pat's surprised and frowning face.
"The little devil!" he chuckled. But, he thought the moment after, was Cissie playing her own game, or Pat's?
Within doors Pat rushed the tardy guest upstairs and followed into her room.
"Do hustle," she said crossly. "You're gumming the game."