“I can’t,” said Pinkie, firmly. “Mother told me never to go to Miss Dana’s house for anything at all.”
No amount of coaxing would prevail, and matters seemed at a deadlock, until Dick exclaimed:
“Then you stay here, and I’ll go get Auntie Rachel and make her come out here right now.”
“It won’t do any good,” moaned Phyllis.
“I know, about your mother. But maybe, if Miss Rachel gives in first, she can persuade your mother.”
“Maybe,” said Phyllis, worn out with the conflict. “Go on if you want to.”
And Dick went.
CHAPTER IX
PHYLLIS
“Aunt Rachel,” said Dick, marching to the library, “will you do something for me?”