There was a scuffle and the cracker was eventually ground under somebody’s heel. When peace was restored, Janet flourished her letter once more above her head.
“From Daphne?” Phyl cried, recognizing the writing.
“Yes; she’s coming today, but how did you find it out?”
“Miss Hull called me down after mail, and told me,” Sally explained. “She gets in about five-thirty, just in time for dinner.”
“Oh, I wish we could go to the station,” Janet exclaimed.
“Afraid we can’t do that,” Sally replied, “but we can go down to the gate.”
“Oh, good! Then when we see her carriage we can hop aboard,” Phyllis said.
“To think she’d really be here tonight!” Janet cried. “Funny, beautiful Taffy.”
“Do tell us about her,” Gladys demanded.
“Yes, do,” Ann and Prue echoed.