“Why, any position suits one if one has no money—isn’t that so?” said the philosophical one. Her clear, low voice made Molly think more favorably of her—the jolly girl showed this in her expression of countenance.
“How jolly!” she exclaimed, and throwing all her previous caution to the winds. “It would be great fun to take you to Rivercliff with us.”
“To school, you mean?” yawned Cynthia Fogg.
“To school. But to work for Madam Hammersly. She is housekeeper and general manager. Why! there are twenty or more girls on her staff.”
“They don’t have to take lessons, do they?” demanded Cynthia, apparently rather startled by the idea.
“Oh no!” giggled Molly. “I should say not.”
“Then I’m willing to try it,” said Cynthia, swinging her slender limbs out of bed. “But, Miss Baldwin, you didn’t tell me this girl’s name?”
“So I didn’t. Pardon!” said Beth. “Miss Granger.”
“All right. Now, there isn’t much room in here, Miss Granger, for us to dress. So if you’ll go out while Miss Baldwin and I are about it, it will facilitate matters—don’t you think so?”
“Well, I like that!” gasped Molly, in a tone that showed she did not like it at all.