Mimi chattered away and Honky followed as best he could. She remembered to thank him politely for helping fix her Christmas box. Once again when she was on the verge of telling the great mystery about Chloe, she was saved. Sue, Chloe, and Betsy came in, arm-in-arm. Sue broke loose to shake hands with Honky and to introduce the suite mates. Then her questions began.
Before they had half finished “pumping” Honky, or before near as many girls as wanted to had passed the open doors and looked in, Mrs. Cole sailed in erect in her stiff skirt tails and suggested that Honky call again sometime.
“In other words, here’s your hat; now what’s your rush?” Mimi giggled when Mrs. Cole sailed on by.
“Can’t you walk out to the car with me, Mimi?”
“Why, yes, I will anyway.”
Was she glad she went!
She came back in with an arm load. Honky gave her a big box of candy—not chocolates in a fancy box—but a whole carton of assorted five-cent candy bars. He knew Mimi liked them better and that they would last longer. The suit box was from Cissy. Honky had been thoughtful enough to phone the day before he left and when he blew his car horn on his way out, Cissy had had the box ready.
Sue had a hunch something like this might happen so the three suite mates had waited at the door for Mimi. As Honky drove off Mimi waved from the steps and the three yelled from the door.
“Scram, Honky,” Betsy called, but not loud enough for him to hear, “you are keeping me from my food!”
“Your food,” Mimi teased. “I’m going to eat it all myself—string, box, paper, food!”