“Thanks; now it’s all right,” Lois replied.
“Doesn’t Louise look sweet this morning?” she inquired as they separated to stand on either side of the aisle.
Polly could only nod in reply, which she did vigorously.
The Seniors walked up slowly and took their places, and after a few last words from Mrs. Baird, the rehearsal was over.
Louise walked back to school between Polly and Lois.
“I’ve been wondering,” she began as they sauntered along the lazy village street, “whether you two would like to come and visit me for a while this summer. We have a big camp up in the Adirondacks, and I think you would have a good time. How about it?”
“Louise, you duck!” cried Polly and Lois in one breath. “We’d adore it. Oh, what a lark!”
“My small cousin Frances is always with us in the summer, and I’m sure you’ll get along famously together,” Louise told them, smiling rather mysteriously, and she added emphatically: “Yes, I’m sure you’ll get along famously.”
For the rest of the walk up the dusty hill she described the cabin in the heart of the woods, the funny guides, and spoke vaguely but frequently of Frances.
On discussing the invitation a little later after Louise had left them, Polly exclaimed: