"Why?"
"She is Nettie Parsons. You know her father is the big sugar man. He has oodles of money!"
"Lot's of sugar, eh?" chuckled Heavy. "Hope she'll bring some to school with her. I have a sweet tooth, I hope you know."
"A tooth! a whole set of sweet teeth, you mean!" cried Ruth.
"I only hope she is nice. I don't care how much money she has," said Helen, smiling. "We won't hold her wealth up against her, if she's the right sort."
"Oh, I'm not fooling," said The Fox, rather sharply, for she had a short temper, "to match her red hair," as Heavy said. "She'll probably bring trunks full of nice dresses to school and loads of jewelry——"
"Won't that be silly? For Mrs. Tellingham won't let her wear them."
"Only on state and date occasions," put in Mercy.
"At any rate, her folks have splendid things. Why! don't you remember about her aunt losing that be-a-utiful necklace last spring?"
"Necklace?" repeated Ruth. "What sort of a necklace?"