“Very well; don’t be long.”
“No, sir; we’ll be back in half an hour.”
And so they were.
VII
THE GREEN PAPER DOLL
“Oh, Betty, I’m so upset!” exclaimed Dorothy Bates, as she came into the McGuire library one afternoon in early May.
“What’s the matter, Dotty?” asked Betty. “The party isn’t off, is it?”
“No; we’re to go, all right; but Jeanette can’t go. She has such a cold, her mother won’t let her go away from home. And I’ve just come from there. She really is ill; isn’t it too bad?”
“Yes, indeed it is! We would have had such a lovely time, all together.”
“Well, we’ll go, anyhow. And, Betty, as Irene expects three of us, I think it would be nice to ask some one to go in Jeanette’s place. I’d like to ask Constance Harper, but I know you don’t like her very much.”
“Oh, I like Constance well enough, but she doesn’t like me.”