"It's time to go home," exclaimed Marjory and Bettie, in chorus. "Come on, Mabel."
"If you'll excuse me," said Jean, speaking directly to Mabel, "I'll go set a place for Henrietta. Sorry I can't ask everybody to stay; but come back at two o'clock."
CHAPTER XXI
Getting Even
LUNCHEON at Jean's that day proved a lively affair, for both boys were home; Henrietta chatted as frankly and as merrily as if she had known them all her life. Wallace, who was shy, squirmed uneasily at first and kept his eyes on his plate; but Roger, who had encountered the visitor in his French class, was able to respond to her friendly chatter.
"I like boys," asserted Henrietta, frankly, "but I haven't any belonging to me but one and he's a horrid muff—sixteen and a regular baby. He's my cousin."
"I thought you liked babies," laughed Jean.
"I do, but not that kind. He's been molly-coddled until it makes you sick to look at him."