"Who wants 'em to?" responded Rhoda Hammond gruffly.
Nan Sherwood took the liniment into Rhoda's room, and when she returned, bringing back the overall suit to be returned to Henry, she found her chum, Bess Harley, in their room, slowly preparing for bed.
"Well! isn't that the greatest girl you ever saw?" exclaimed Bess.
"She will have a nice time here—not! And I should think you'd not
have anything to do with her, Nan. The other girls won't like it.
We're just going to ignore her. A girl who can't take a joke!"
"I shan't have much to do with her until she comes to her senses,"
Nan admitted. "But I am sorry for her, just the same."
"You'll waste your 'sorry' on that one," laughed Bess.
"Perhaps. But don't you realize, honey, that we came near being just as foolish as Rhoda Hammond when we came here last fall?"
"Oh, nonsense!" ejaculated Bess; but she blushed.
"Think," said Nan, with twinkling eyes. "Don't you remember that shoe-box lunch we brought with us and that the girls made so much sport of? Didn't you get vexed?"
"Oh! Well! Yes, a little," admitted Bess. "But, Nan! I never acted as foolishly as this Rhoda Hammond. Now, did I?"
"No, you did not, my dear," agreed her chum.