"To see about what?" demanded Reginald.
Mrs. Witherbee rolled her eyes helplessly. Her husband had gone to the burglar meeting.
"To see about burlap," said Rosalind hastily.
"Burlap?"
"Certainly—burlap. He wants it to wrap things in."
"Must want it pretty badly," commented Reginald, "if he has to make a special voyage to get it. Oh, well, if we can't go sailing let's start something. Let's dance!"
Rosalind leaned weakly against a pillar of the porch.
"We—we don't dance," said Gertrude.
"Don't dance!"
The eyes of Reginald Williams successively met those of the two Winter girls, Polly Dawson, Gertrude, and Rosalind.