“They don’t quite match this frock. They’re too greenishly blue. Why did you wear those red ones?”
“ ’Cause they do match this dress.”
“No, they don’t. They’re crimson and the red in the plaid is scarlet.”
“Oh, what a fuss! Well, then, I wore ’em ’cause they’re pretty and becoming and I like ’em,—so there now!”
“All right, glad you do. Here come the girls.”
Further discussion of tints and shades was cut short by the entrance of Grace and Ethel Rawlins and Maisie May.
“Well, if this isn’t the greatest place! I never heard of such a thing before. Where did you get the idea?”
“Oh, it’s just heavenly! Such lovely furniture and things!”
“And there’s another room! Why, a dining-room! I never did!”
Exclamations drowned each other. The visitors went in each of the three rooms and each called forth new praises. It was indeed a novelty, and appealed to the girls’ hearts as a most desirable and cosy place to read or study.