CHAPTER III
The Flower Show Ticket
"I call it mean of Mabel."
Jean sat in a crinkled heap on her bedroom floor, and pulled bad-temperedly with a wire comb at straight unruly hair. It had always annoyed Mabel that Jean should use a wire comb, when it set her "teeth on edge even to look at it."
Mabel however was out of the way, well out of it, they decided, and Elma and Betty had invaded the room belonging to the elder two in order to condole with Jean.
"Mabel could easily have got another ticket--and said she didn't want it! Didn't want it, when we're dying to go! And then off she goes, looking very prim and grown-up, with Cousin Harry."
Jean threw her head back, and began to gather long heavy ends in order for braiding.
"Just wait till I grow up! I shall soon take it out of Mabel," she said.
"Oh, girls, girls!"
Mrs. Leighton's voice at the door was very accusing.