“Not unless she has lots of parties and dances, I mean party manners.”
“Well, I’m willing she should go, but I don’t like her going with Tod Brown.”
“Why, he’s an awfully nice boy. The Browns are among the best people of Berwick.”
“I know that, Trudy,—Tod’s all right. But I think your father ought to take Dolly and go after her.”
“Oh, Mother, they don’t do that nowadays. But Dolly can go in our car, and stop for Tod, that would be all right. And Thomas could go and bring them home.”
“That seems to me a very queer way to do. But we’ll see what your father says about it.”
Mr. Fayre, appealed to, was helpless.
“Why, bless my soul, Edith,” he said to his wife, “I don’t know about such things. When I was a boy, we went home with the girls, of course. But nowadays I suppose the ways are different. You women folks ought to be able to settle that question.”
“They are, Daddy,” said Dolly, sidling up to him, and patting his hand. “But I’d just as lieve you’d take me, if you want the bother of it.”
“I don’t mind the bother, Chickadee, if it’s necessary. But when you do get old enough to let the Brownies take you to parties, I shan’t be sorry!”