“Is it mince pie?” asked Margy, in a desperate effort to give the answer before she should be interrupted. “Is it mince pie, Jess?”
“It certainly is not!” said Jess, and at that moment Polly flung the door open and visitors appeared on the threshold.
CHAPTER XIII
FRED WILLIAMSON, BANKER
Mrs. Marley, Mrs. Larue and Mrs. Williamson stood in the doorway. It was Mrs. Marley who asked:
“May we come in?”
Fred and Artie brought chairs and Ward scrambled over on the window seat, leaving his place vacant.
“We thought the meeting would be over,” said Mrs. Marley. “And we wanted to see how you looked in your new quarters. But don’t let us interrupt. I don’t believe you’ve adjourned.”
“We have only a couple more riddles to ask,” said Polly. “That won’t take long.”
“The meeting would have been over,” Margy explained, “only it took Fred so long to argue about the dues.”
Mrs. Marley laughed and glanced at the other two mothers.