Sometimes they lunched down-town with Uncle Roddy and sometimes they motored through Central Park, or, with Mrs. Bent for chaperone, wandered through the stores, and as the old Scotch woman could refuse them nothing, they did pretty much as they chose.
Uncle Roddy came home at four o’clock and always with bonbons and theater tickets.
It would be useless to try and recount all their doings, so you will have to be contented with the descriptions of the good times that pleased them most.
One was Lois’ box party for “Peter Pan.” Dr. Farwell had written that the seats were in her name at the box office for Saturday matinée, and the question arose whom to ask.
“There’s Betty, of course,” said Lois. “We’ll phone her this morning; and Angela and Connie live in New Jersey and we ought to be able to get them.”
Betty’s home was reached and her voice sounded over the wire in reply to Lois’ invitation:
“Come? You bet I will! What a lark!”
“Ask her for luncheon,” called Polly. Then hurriedly to Mrs. Bent: “It will be all right, won’t it?”
“Indeed it will, my lamb; any one you like; it’s only too happy I am to see a little life now and then,” answered that devoted woman.
When the receiver was hung up it was arranged that Betty would be at the apartment Saturday