"I'll be good," promised Henrietta, comically, "in spite of them; but you see, girls, with such a pair of relatives dogging my footsteps, it's uphill work."
After a little more conversation, the girls rose to depart. Mrs. Slater begged them to come again. She said that she enjoyed young people. Then the big front door was closed behind them and the dreaded visit was over.
"So," said Marjory, "that's what Mrs. Slater is like inside."
Mabel, unable to bear them longer, was recklessly peeling off her lemon-colored gloves.
"She's lovely, inside and out," declared Bettie, "but I never dreamed that she was like that."
"She wouldn't have cared if I had gone without gloves," mourned aggrieved Mabel. "I'd like to pay Henrietta back for that."
"Girls," asked Marjory, "do you like Henrietta?"
"I adore her," declared Jean.
"I think I like her," said Bettie.
"I know I don't," asserted Mabel, waving her throbbing hands in the evening breeze to cool them.