“It seems to me we could have gotten along very well without any of his help,” retorted Jessie, vindictively.
“Perhaps we could, but—our guardian would tell a different story,” said Evelyn, meaningly.
As she spoke the door of Lucile’s house opened violently and Lucile herself came flying to meet them. She 21 was dressed all in white and she seemed to the girls the very spirit of spring.
“Oh, girls, I’m so glad you came early,” she cried, joyfully. “I was hoping you would, so we could talk things over by ourselves before the others came.” She threw an arm about each of the girls and ran them up on the porch.
“We are the first, then?” said Jessie, perching on the railing.
“I told Jessie you would think we had come to breakfast,” remarked Evelyn, flinging her hat carelessly into a chair.
“That’s the way to do it,” said Lucile, sarcastically. “It would serve you right if somebody should sit on it.”
“Put it on, Lucy, and let’s see how you look in it,” Jessie suggested.
Lucile laughingly obliged, and the girls gave an involuntary gasp of delight.
“Oh, you darling,” cried Evelyn, hugging Lucile so ecstatically that in her enthusiasm she almost lost her balance and nearly fell to the ground beneath. Lucile clutched her and brought her back to safety.