“Oh, dear! I wish we had a gramophone,” sighed Eva, “to play for him.”
“I suppose he won’t stay long,” said Mollie, hopefully, “and he can talk a lot of the time.”
“What a pity the creek wasn’t up, and he could go fishing,” said Eva.
“Yes, and sail boats,” continued Doris.
“Tail boats!” echoed Baby.
“Sail fiddlesticks!” snapped Eileen. “Go on, Mollie. What was the last?”
“Let me see—ah——”
in that respect. And so you are often lonely? Well, I don’t wonder, as you seem quite isolated; but I think you will find as you go through life that a great, great many people are lonely, even when everything seems prosperous and bright; so you must not despair on that score, and perhaps things will change for the better before very long, and brighter days may be in store. What a great, great deal we will have to talk about when we meet! And re the little loan——
“Did he send it?” asked Doris, jumping up.
“Sh! Go on, Mollie,” from Eva.