“That’s what makes us such bully good friends,” Daphne explained. “It doesn’t matter which two of our four are together, they are bound to have a good time, and the very best times of all are when we are not paired off, but doing something that we can all enjoy.”
Phyllis nodded. “I used to think, at Miss Harding’s that we weren’t so very remarkable, and that if we got away to boarding school we’d find plenty of friendships as strong as ours——”
“What nonsense!” Daphne interrupted, drawling the words until they held a wealth of scorn. “Prue and Gladys and Ann are a wonderful combination but they’re not nearly as wonderful as we are,” she added with her queer little laugh.
They both picked up books and pretended to study.
“Taffy,” Phyllis said suddenly, “it really isn’t fair.” There was a little catch in her voice.
Daphne looked up from her copy of Guy Mannering. “What isn’t?” she inquired.
“My being chosen, when Janet’s left out. She knows twice as much about books as I do. Why she knew every book in The Enchanted Kingdom, and she can quote poetry by the yard.”
“But she can’t recite it the way you do,” Daphne protested. “You read Rosalind’s lines in As You Like It when we had it in class, until I honestly thought I was in the Forest of Arden. I agree with you that Jan loves it and appreciates it as much as you, but she reads it as though she hated to have to share it with anybody else.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” Phyllis sounded only half convinced. “But I’ll tell you this, if Jan isn’t elected to the Dramatic Club, I won’t join even if they ask me.”
“Oh, yes you will,” Daphne drawled. Her words were almost an echo of Sally’s used earlier in the day under a similar circumstance.