Marjorie flushed. "I didn't mean to, Mother," she said; "but I thought it didn't count when I'm just talking to you."
"That's right, dearie; always say anything you choose to Mother, but don't criticise Delight to anybody else."
"No, Mother, I won't," and Midge gave her mother one of her biggest "bear-hugs" and then wandered off in search of Kitty.
"What are you doing, Kit?" she said, as she found her sister sitting on the big hall settle, looking out of the window.
"Waiting for Dorothy. She's coming this afternoon, and we're going to play paper dolls."
Marjorie must have looked a little disappointed, for Kitty said:
"Say, Mops, why don't you take Delight for your friend in Glad's place?
It's so nice to have a friend all your own."
"I know it is, Kit," and Midget sat down beside her sister, "but somehow it seems sort of mean to put anybody in Gladys's place."
"Oh, pshaw! it doesn't either. And when Glad is so far away, too. She doesn't even write to you, does she?"
"She sent me a valentine."