The girls went out to swing. They could all three sit in at once. And they often talked all at once.
"It's just awful mean!"
"If we only could do something!"
"Girls!" Josie put her foot so firmly on the ground it almost tipped them out. "Girls, let us see Mr. Reed and ask him."
They all looked at each other with large eyes.
"It couldn't be wrong," began Josie; "because I've asked your father, Hanny, to let you come up to our stoop."
"No, it couldn't be," said the chorus in firm approval.
"Then let's do it. He always comes up First Avenue about half-past five on Saturdays. Now if we were to walk down——"
"Splendid!" ejaculated Tudie.
"And I'll ask mother if we can't go out for a little walk."