“Well, we expect to live in Philadelphia,” replied the latter, “for Dick is permanently located there. We hope to get a house somewhere near Doris and Roger.”
“Think of getting an A.B. and a MRS. both in one month!” remarked Daisy, almost enviously, it seemed.
“It will be lovely to have you in Philadelphia,” Doris assured her. “Wouldn’t it be grand if all eight of us were married and lived near together!”
“You _are_ domestic, Doris!” teased Ethel.
“Girls, that reminds me,” put in Lily, “I invited Mrs. Remington to this luncheon, but she couldn’t come. So she sent her love, and asked that we start a round-robin, to keep us informed with what everybody is doing.”
“Great idea!” approved Ethel, who was least in touch with the others. “I’ll start it this very week.”
A gentle coo from the baby in the adjoining room drew them away from their coffee cups, and the remainder of the afternoon was spent in admiration of Lily’s hope-chest, and little Doris Harris.
The luncheon guests had all gone home; Marjorie and Lily were resting before dinner. Neither, however, seemed inclined to sleep; both were occupied with their own thoughts.
“Marj,” began Lily, dreamily, after she had reassured herself that her companion was awake, “would you care an awful lot if I didn’t come to scout meeting _every_ Saturday night?”
“Of course not, Lil—I understand. You have so much to plan for to think about, if you’re going to be married right after Commencement. I know I’d feel the same way.”
“You won’t think me a quitter, then?” she asked, anxiously. “It isn’t as if I weren’t interested in the troop—but I’m so sure it’s going to keep on going splendidly that I don’t believe you really need me. Sophia can take my place on the team. If it were any other night but Saturday——”
“Yes, of course, Lil,” repeated Marjorie sympathetically. “I really think you are right. After all, Dick has some claims. And he ought to have your week-ends.”
“I’m so glad you see it that way, Marj! I do want to come home, too, whenever I can, for mother and dad’s sake as much as for my own. She even insists on a New York dressmaker for my trousseau, though I’d rather just find somebody in Philadelphia. You know I haven’t any classes on Saturday, so I could leave college sometimes on Fridays.”