Marjorie, however, made no motion towards summoning her partner, but remained standing where she was, near the doorway, talking to John. “I was so surprised to see you!” she said. “And right away I was scared, for fear something was wrong with my family!” To John the remark seemed rather odd. Was she not expecting someone from his company--so why not him? “Of course you couldn’t know I would be the one to come,” he said, “but then there was a chance. And after you ordered the outfit from our company----” “I didn’t order it from anybody!” objected the girl. “I left that entirely to Kirk Smith--the young man with whom I was dancing when you came in!” “It certainly was a coincidence!” he remarked, bitterly. “Not at all!” replied Marjorie, graciously. “It just shows that yours is the best company in the market.” “Thanks,” replied John, rather stiffly. Then, feeling it his duty to allow her to return to her partner, he asked her whether she did not want to finish her dance. “Yes, I suppose so,” answered Marjorie, with more indifference than John would have expected her to display. Then, turning to go, she added. “I’ll see you later.” But John found no further opportunity to speak with Marjorie, for after a _Paul Jones_, refreshments were served, and there was no more dancing. He joined gaily in the general cheerfulness of his companions, pinning all his hopes upon the opportunities of the following day. “Tomorrow!” he thought, as he sought his cabin at midnight. “Tomorrow! But I won’t spend my vacation here if she doesn’t want me!” CHAPTER XVIII. THE TRIP TO YELLOWSTONE. Everyone was up early the following day to watch the installing of the radio. With the exception of Bob and Arthur, who were always obliged to go out for the horses, no one did any riding that day. Kirk and John did most of the work, while the others stood around, longing to be of some assistance and asking innumerable questions. “Will it last till next summer if we should come back?” inquired Mae. “You mean _when_ you come back!” corrected Tom Melville. “For, of course, you’re coming.” “I hope so,” answered John, smiling. “How far do you think we can hear?” asked Bob. “San Francisco?” “Probably. But surely Denver.” “Not New York?” said Lily, in a disappointed tone. She had thought that once you possessed the instrument you could hear any sending station in the world. “Hardly,” replied John. “It has to be a larger, more sensitive instrument to hear such distances. But I am sure you will listen in on lots of interesting things.” All this time Marjorie said nothing, for she knew that John preferred to work unmolested, if possible. But although she was quiet, he was by no means unaware of her presence, and before he had finished, he secured her promise to go for a little walk with him before supper.