“So do I dislike it,” said Nan, briskly. “I don’t think I am any more sensible than other girls—unless I’m more so than you, Bess,” and she laughed at her chum.
“Well! what will you do with your money?” asked Bess. “That will tell the story.”
“I—don’t know.”
“Have a regular big junket.”
“What? Treat the whole school to ice-cream?” laughed Nan.
“Ho! ice-cream melts too fast. It’s all over too soon,” returned Bess, with a frown.
“Buy lollypops, then—or jaw-breakers? They last longer.”
“Say! this is no time to joke. It’s serious,” declared Bess, putting her mind to the matter of the disbursement of her chum’s windfall.
“All right,” agreed Nan. “The Committee on Entertainment will now go into executive session. What’s your idea, Elizabeth, about buying every one of the two hundred girls at Lakeview Hall a twelve-and-a-half cent rubber doll?”
“Doll? Pah! your mind runs on dolls, Nan Sherwood. You are certainly getting into your second childhood,” said Bess, with disgust.