“Oh! but wouldn’t that be wonderful!” Polly exclaimed, “let’s do it.”
Betty brightened up, and looked a little more cheerful at the prospect of a lark.
“Who’ll we get to go?” she demanded, now thoroughly alive.
“Angela and Connie.”
“They can’t skate well enough.”
“Never mind, let’s ask them.”
“Oh, all right, who else?”
“We don’t want too many.”
“How about Louise?”
“And Florence?”