"Why, yes, I s'pose I do," said Marjorie, slowly, for it was just beginning to dawn on her that Delight had taken Gladys' place. "I'm awfully good friends with Delight Spencer, who lives in the house you used to live in."
"Delight! what a pretty name."
"Yes, and she's an awfully pretty girl. You'll see her while you're here, of course."
Very soon the first strangeness of the reunion was over, and the two were chatting away as gaily as if they had never been separated.
Then Delight came over. She had promised Marjorie she'd come over to see Gladys, but she came rather unwillingly. The truth is, she felt a little jealous of Marjorie's older friend, and was not prepared to like her.
Delight was dressed in some of her prettiest clothes, and the big black velvet hat on her fair golden hair made a lovely picture.
Gladys thought she was beautiful, and welcomed her warmly, but Delight, when introduced, seemed to shrink back into herself and sat stiffly on the edge of a chair, holding her muff and saying nothing.
"Oh, Delight," cried Midget, "don't act like that. Take off your things, and let's play."
"No, I can't stay but a few minutes," said Delight, primly.
She sat there, looking very uncomfortable, and though Midge and Gladys tried to make her more chummy, they didn't succeed.