“It doesn’t look a bit nice,” Elise warned her. “Better let Patty rearrange it.”
“Nope, I don’t care,” and the wilful girl kept on playing and laughed as she shook her head. The shaking sent her hair down again, and this time Patty determinedly went to her and dressed it for her.
“Sit still, you naughty!” she said, herself shaking with laughter. “Oh, Bumble, you haven’t grown up a bit!”
Patty did up her cousin’s hair prettily and skewered it firmly into place with many hairpins, and it didn’t come down again.
“And are you going down to Washington, too, Chick?” Daisy Dow asked.
“Sooner or later, yes. That’s the road to all war glory.”
“And you don’t know when?”
“You nor I nor nobody knows. You see, Daisy, in war affairs nobody knows anything and if they do they’re not allowed to tell it.”
“But just among us,—we wouldn’t tell anybody.”
“The walls have ears,” said Chick, mock-dramatically.