They talked on for an hour or so, and Enid rose to go.
“So it’s next week you’re going?”
“Yes, Monday, and this is Friday; so we haven’t much time,” said Mollie.
“I’m glad she knows we’re going,” said Eileen, as the car hooted away.
“Oh, Eileen; you’re not a bit nice to Enid!” said Mollie.
“I always think she’s showing off,” put in Eileen.
“Well, she’s not, then. It’s you that’s jealous,” replied Mollie.
“Jealous? I don’t think!” snapped Eileen.
The next day Mr. Davis called and asked to be allowed to send his car to take them to the railway on Monday, as Enid had told him of their anticipated trip, and, to the children’s delight, the car was accepted.
“Won’t it be beautiful,” screamed Eileen, “to be bowling along in that grand new car, and won’t the people at the railway look? I’m sorry I said that about Enid now, because I’m sure she asked her Dadda to lend it.”