“I tell you what,” said the black-eyed girl, suddenly, “let’s have a party in here, anyway?”
“Why, I—I don’t know anything about giving a party,” confessed Nancy. “And I’m afraid the girls wouldn’t come.”
“Sure they will—in a minute!” declared Cora, confidently. “All I’ve got to do is to tell ’em. You see, I’ve been making friends in Pinewood Hall, while you’ve been ‘boning.’ Some of them think you are too stiff.”
“I don’t mean to be,” protested Nancy, shaking her head.
“Well, here’s a chance for you to show ’em. You say you’ve got some money left?”
“Oh, yes.”
“How much?” asked Cora, bluntly.
“Well—I’ve got more than twenty dollars,” confessed Nancy.
“Crickey-me!” gasped Cora. “Twenty dollars? Why, we’d give the dandiest kind of a spread—salad, and ice cream, and cakes—Oh, crickey-me! that would be great.”