“He certainly can do things up brown, when he sets out to,” Billy commented, a rueful note underlying his chuckle.
Kitty stamped her foot. “It isn’t fair! We had every right to do what we did—under the circumstances.”
“Except the right—to do it,” one of the boys commented.
“How everybody looks at us,” Hester sighed. “I suppose they’re wondering what we are all doing out of school at this time of the morning.”
“Probably they think we’re delegates to something or other,” Billy remarked, “chosen on account of good conduct.”
“Cut it!” one of his companions commanded.
“We did, once,” Debby laughed, “but we never will again.”
“It isn’t fair!” Kitty repeated; she hoped her father would see it in that light. “Come on home with me, Debby; at any rate, we sha’n’t have to study.”
“Aren’t you going to try and keep up with the class this week?” Hester asked.
Kitty shrugged. “Maybe—maybe not. I do wish Amanda Parker would go visiting for the week,” she confided to Debby, as they turned the corner together. “She’ll be mighty tiresome! She’s such an ‘I told you so’ sort of girl.”