"Thank you, miss." Anne went downstairs, to assure Lucy that the chocolate would surely be there on time.
"Too bad," Janet said, looking up from her paper. "We'll all go with you, Phyl."
"Don't bother. The math is coming along so well with Taffy's help, keep on with it. I won't be a second, and I don't mind going alone a bit. I'll take Boru with me; he looks as though he wanted a run. How about it, old fellow?"
Boru wagged his tail, looked at Janet, and then followed Phyllis, barking lustily.
Once in the air with the stiff chill breeze in her face and Boru frisking beside her, she threw off some of the depression that was making the day horrible. The grocery was only a couple of blocks away, and she soon had her package and was on her way home.
As she turned the corner she found herself face to face with Miss Pringle. She was carrying a heavy suit case.
"Why, what are you doing in this neighborhood?" she asked, smiling.
Miss Pringle stopped, started forward and stopped again.
"Why—er—er—I—how do you do?" she stammered, so plainly ill at ease that Phyllis looked at her in amazement.
"We had a wonderful time at our masquerade," she said in an attempt to make conversation.