"It seems all right," said Marjory, stooping to test it with little sharp jerks. "Firm as the Rock of Gibraltar."
"It won't be if you pull like that," objected Jean.
"Somebody open the gate," requested Mabel. "I can't touch things."
"Everybody stand up straight," commanded Marjory. "We must look our best when we go up the walk."
"I wish I hadn't come," demurred Bettie, hanging back, diffidently. "Let's wait till it's darker."
"No," asserted Jean. "We'd better get it over."
"Yes," agreed Mabel, "I don't want to wear these gloves a minute longer than I have to."
"All right," sighed Bettie, despondently, "but you go first, Jean."
They had waited on the imposing doorstep for a long five minutes when it occurred to Marjory to ask if any one had pushed the bell.