“‘Solid!’ You said it!” scoffed Helen.
“I was referring to character, Miss Cameron,” returned the other shaking her head. “But Ann is certainly a good fellow. I hope she will go, Ruth.”
“I declare, Ruthie,” exclaimed her chum, “you are getting up a regular party!”
“It will be great fun,” acknowledged the black-eyed girl.
“Of course it will, goosie,” said Jennie Stone. “Isn’t everything that Ruth Fielding plans always fun? Say, Ruth, there are some girls right here at Ardmore—and freshies, too—who would be tickled to death to join us.”
“Goodness!” objected Ruth, laughing at her friend’s exuberance. “I wouldn’t wish to be the cause of a general massacre, so perhaps we’d better not invite any of the other girls.”
“Little Davenport would go,” Jennie pursued. “She’s a regular bear on a pony.”
“Bareback riding, do you mean, Heavy?” drawled Helen.
Except for a look, which she hoped was withering, this was ignored by the plump girl, who went on: “Trix would jump at the chance, Ruth. You know, she has no regular home. She’s just passed around from one family of relations to another during vacations. She told me so.”