“So do I. If there is any to-morrow, will you go?”
“Will I! Well, I just guess I will!”
“But hold on. Say, Dolly, if we go skating, have we got to lug the Bernice person along?”
“Bob, I’m ashamed of you! Just when I think I’ve got you well trained, you act up like that! Why, of course we have. She’s my chum; and what you do for her, you do for me.”
“Oh, jiminetty! I do hate outsiders. You and Dot and Bert and Yours Truly make such a jolly four. Why drag in others?”
“Got to be done. Now, don’t whine over it, just make up your mind to it. Let’s make a skating party for to-morrow afternoon, of about eight, and then afterward go back to Treasure House and make fudge or something like that.”
“All right on the fudge. But instead of eight, say four.”
“No, sir! Eight it is, and I’ll do the inviting!”
Dolly had found out that Bob’s bark was worse than his bite. He might growl at the things she asked him to do, but he did them and did them well. As for Bert, he was putting things through with a dash. He not only danced with Bernice, but he sought her out between dances, and joked and laughed as he passed her on the dancing floor, and many times brought her to the attention of others in a way to win admiration for her.
At supper time the “crowd” got together in a corner of the big dining-room.