"Laughing at the big card, I suppose," Arabella said.
"Well, there's nothing funny about that," Patricia said, hotly. "It cost ever so much more than the teenty little cards on the other doors did." Patricia rated everything by its cost.
"They knew that big card looked fine, and they certainly could see that the lettering was showy," she continued; "so why did they stand outside the door giggling?"
"How do I know?" Arabella said.
"Open the door, and we'll look at it again, and see if—"
A smart tap upon the door caused Arabella to stop in the middle of the sentence.
"S'pose it's those same girls?" whispered Patricia. "If I thought it was I wouldn't stir a step."
A second rap, louder, and more insistent than the first brought both girls to their feet, and Patricia flew to open the door.
Miss Fenler glared at them through her glasses.
"Why did you not answer my first rap?" she asked.