“Mrs. Wescott, I suppose you mean?” Lucile inquired, blandly, “It seems to me I did say something like that. What would you like to know?”
“What you meant by it,” shouted Marjorie, and Margaret added, “Go ahead, give it to us, Lucy. I have an idea that’s what you called us here for.”
“Smart child,” approved Jessie, with an approving pat and nod of the head. “You’re coming right along.”
Margaret thrilled with a pleasure that was almost pain. “She never would have dared say that to me before,” she cried to herself, exultantly. “She would have been too afraid of hurting me. Now I know I’m just like all the rest!”
CHAPTER IV
COUNTING THE HOURS
“You’re right, Margaret,” Lucile was saying. “I did call you all together just to speak of our guardian.”
The girls leaned forward eagerly. “What about her?” they demanded.