And then, there was the mail. It had been almost a week since she had been away; surely there must be some letters for her. The last one she had received before her departure was from her brother Jack, telling her about having seen John Hadley with another girl at Cape May. Perhaps now she would get a letter from John, telling her about his new friend. She found Lily and Doris and Mae sitting on the porch, watching for their return. In their hands they held the girls’ mail, so that they might have it the minute they arrived. Marjorie saw in a flash that among her letters there was one from John Hadley. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes lighted up with anticipation; it had been so long since she had heard from him. But when she read the letter--a cool, impersonal sort of thing that seemed as if it had been written with an effort, she was conscious of a feeling of disappointment. Reluctantly she opened her other letters. “What’s John doing with himself?” asked Lily, who could not help noticing and recognizing the handwriting on the envelope. “Working hard, going to Cape May every week-end with his mother. He gets his vacation the last two weeks in August.” Marjorie answered mechanically, without raising her eyes from the letter she was reading. “And that will be the end of ours, too!” sighed Lily. “It doesn’t seem possible that it will soon be the first of August does it?” “No, it doesn’t. The Judson girls are going home then.” “So they are. I guess Kirk won’t be sorry,” said Lily. “By the way, do you like him any better since he did the rescue act, which Tom just told us about?” Marjorie smiled half to herself. It was so hard to keep anything from Lily--to refrain from telling her the whole story. And yet Kirk had exacted the promise, and she knew that she could not go back on it. “Yes, he seemed awfully nice. You’ll like him better, too, after the Judsons go home.” As soon as Marjorie had an opportunity she glanced slyly at Daisy, and found her smiling also. But neither girl said anything further. “Did John say anything about the girl Jack saw him with?” asked Lily; for Marjorie had read her brother’s letter aloud to her. “No, he didn’t” answered the other girl. “Bad sign!” said Lily, jokingly. “He can marry her for all of me,” returned Marjorie, indifferently. “Why, Marj! Are you in love with Kirk?” asked Lily. “Mercy, no!” replied Marjorie, so emphatically that Lily wondered whether she had said anything awful. When the girls took their places at the next meal, Marjorie found Kirk sitting beside her. “I have written my letter,” he said. “And if they are the up-to-date company that I think they are, they will probably reply by telegram.” “That would be great!” said Marjorie, realizing, of course, that Kirk referred to the radio, although he had not mentioned it.