“I’ve just the thing for you, Becky!” Ruth Fielding cried, carrying her friend’s study by storm. “What do you think?”
“Something nice, I presume, Ruth Fielding. You always are doing something uncommonly kind for me.”
“Nonsense!”
“No nonsense about it. I was just wondering what I should ever do without you all this long summer.”
“That’s it!” cried Ruth, laughing. “You’re not going to get rid of me so easily.”
“What do you mean?” asked Rebecca, wonderingly.
“That you’ll go with us. I need you badly, Becky. You’ve learned to rattle the typewriter so nicely——”
“Want me to get an office position for the summer near you?” Rebecca asked, the flush rising in her cheek.
“Better than that,” declared Ruth, ignoring Rebecca’s flush and tone of voice. “You know, I told you we are going West.”
“You and Cameron? Yes.”