"For a boy?" laughed Janet. "I think boys are a whole lot more fun than girls."
"I don't," Daphne replied airily. "I think they are all very stuck up. Chuck is; you'll see that to-morrow night."
"Wonder if Miss Pringle will really have our things ready for us," Sally said. "She is always so uncertain. If she doesn't, I think I will die of disappointment."
"You tell her she has to, Daphne," Janet suggested. "You can always put on such airs, and they never fail to impress."
"Do my best." Daphne accepted Janet's compliment calmly; she knew it was true. Her drawl did seem to impress people, though she could never imagine why.
The car stopped before a dilapidated, brownstone house, and the girls got out and hurried up the worn steps. Miss Pringle herself let them in. She was a tall, angular woman, with wisps of untidy hair blowing about her face, and a mouth out of which she could always produce a pin at a moment's notice.
"Oh, young ladies," she said distractedly. "Why have you come?"
"We want to try on our dominoes," Sally said, rather taken aback.
"Dominoes? Oh, yes, yes, to be sure. Step this way."
She led them into a large room, filled with the smell of the kerosene stove and strewn with patterns and pieces of silks. It was a cluttered-up place.