“Well, more power to them if they can raise the money for the swimming pool, I say,” spoke Sim philosophically.
“Never shall I forget, scared as I was, the expression on the face of Jessica as we flung the apples at her! It was almost worth the fright we had,” Terry ventured, to change the subject.
“I know what we can do, though, to get a little even with them,” suggested Arden. “We won’t tell, no matter how much they ask, just what happened.”
“All right, Arden, we’ll do that. Now, don’t let’s talk any more about it. I’m tired of the word orchard. I’d much rather talk about the tea dance,” Sim returned, arranging her books more comfortably. “Do you think we can go?”
“Of course! Why not?” asked Terry.
“Well—boys, you know. We couldn’t get any of our own friends from home to come this far for us,” Sim decided.
“You’ve been thinking about this dance, have you, Sim? Now, I never would have thought that!” laughed Arden.
“Of course I have! I like dances. I’ve been thinking about this one to such an extent that when I saw the notice on the bulletin board I asked Mary Todd what about it, and she and Ethel Anderson and Jane Randall have already written to their three brothers——”
“Oh, my! Has each one three brothers who are eligible for tea dances?” gasped Terry.
“No—one each,” went on Sim, laughing. “What do you expect? Anyhow, that’s how much I’ve been thinking about it!”