“Is that the reason the Berwick boys don’t want to talk to her?” asked Dolly mischievously, and Joe laughed.
“Honest, Dolly, she’s fearful. Just a lump, you know. But don’t you know her?”
“Never did till I went to High. She was at another Grammar School from the one I went to. She dresses well.”
“She ought to. Her father is the richest man in Berwick.”
“Oh, is she the daughter of Mr. Forbes, the railroad man?”
“She sure is. Now do you know her better?”
“I should say so! Why, my father is in one of the offices of Mr. Forbes’ company.”
“That so? Well, steer clear of the fair Bernice, believe me!”
And then the sandwiches and ice cream and cakes arrived, and the healthy young appetites did full justice to them.
“Tell us all about your new house, Dotty,” somebody was saying.