And she sat bolt upright with shining eyes. Instantly she remembered to yawn again, but her glance smiled on them above her hand.
She apologized. "Awfully sleepy, Dick."
But he was not deceived. He said: "There's a dance down near the Barnes place, and Pierre wants you to go with him."
Back tilted her head, and her throat stirred as if she were singing.
"Pierre! A dance?"
He explained: "Dick's lost his head over a girl with yellow hair, and he wants me to go down and see her. He thought you might want to go along."
Her face changed like the moon when a cloud blows across it. Before she answered she slipped down on the bunk again, pillowed her head leisurely on her arm, and answered with another slow, insolent yawn: "Thanks! I'm staying home to-night."
Wilbur glared his rage covertly at Pierre, but the latter was blandly unconscious that he had made any faux pas.
He said carelessly: "Too bad. It might be interesting, Jack?"
At his voice she looked up a sharp and graceful toss of the head.
"What?"
"The girl with the yellow hair."
"Then go ahead and see her. I won't keep you. You don't mind if I go on sleeping? Sit down and be at home."
With this she calmly turned her back again and seemed thoroughly disposed to carry out her word.
