Then, amidst a chorus of shouts and laughter, the carriage drove away.
"Well, young ladies," demanded Mr. Hartley, when the tired but happy Hexagon Club trooped up the front steps of the ranch house late that afternoon, "how about it? What did you think of the fair Quentina?"
"Think of her! O Quentina, you should 'seen her!" sang Tilly, in so perfect an imitation of the minister's daughter that the girls broke into peals of laughter.
"She's lovely, Father—honestly, she is," declared Genevieve, as soon as she could speak.
"And so pretty!" added Cordelia, "and has such a sweet, slow way of speaking!"
"Such lovely dark eyes!"—this from Alma.
"And such glorious hair—all golden and kinky!" breathed Bertha.
"And she looks just as pretty in her high-necked apron as she does in her white dress," cried Elsie.
"Well, well, upon my soul! What is this young lady—a paragon?" laughed Mr. Hartley, raising his eyebrows.