“Well, what does? if you know so much.”
“She’s too stuck-up, for one thing. But that isn’t the main thing. She’s a—oh, I don’t know how to express it. But she hasn’t any gumption, or any,—oh, any sense. But she thinks she has, and it’s that that makes her so disagreeable.”
“I don’t think you’re altogether right, but I’m going to find out. I don’t see why nobody likes her.”
“But you ought to see that if nobody does like her, it’s because she isn’t likable, for some reason or other.”
“I do see that, and I’m going to find out that some reason or other.”
“Pitch in, and find out, then. Good luck to you! Oh, here comes Grace.”
“Thought I’d find you here,” said Grace Rawlins, as Dotty opened the door to her. “Hello, Dolly, busy studying?”
“Just about to begin to think about getting at it,” returned Dolly, laughing. “But it can wait; sit down, Gracie.”
“Can’t stay a minute. I just flew in to ask you two to go nutting to-morrow, up at Uncle Jim’s woods.”
“Gorgeous! I’d love to go,” cried Dotty and Dolly echoed, “So would I!”