"Did I say she said anything about Lighthouse Point?" quickly responded Helen.
"You didn't have to," rejoined Mercy, sharply. "We knew."
"At least," Ruth said to Heavy, quietly, yet with decision, "you will ask your old friend to go?"
"Why—if you don't mind."
"There seems to have been some truth in Mary's supposition, then," Ruth said, sadly. "She thinks I intended to keep her out of a good time. I never thought of such a thing. If Mary Cox does not accept your invitation, Heavy, I shall be greatly disappointed. Indeed, I shall be tempted to decline to go to the shore with you. Now, remember that, Jennie Stone."
"Oh, shucks! you're making too much fuss about it," said the stout girl, rising lazily, and speaking in her usual drawling manner. "Of course I'll have her if she'll go. Father's bungalow is big enough, goodness knows. And we'll have lots of fun there."
She went her leisurely way to the door. Had she been brisker of movement, when she turned the knob she would have found Mary Cox with her ear at the keyhole, drinking in all that had been said in the room of the triumvirate. But The Fox was as swift of foot as she was shrewd and sly of mind. She was out of sight and hearing when Jennie Stone came out into the corridor.
