In a moment she returned with a hat in each hand.
“What did you want to wear them for, anyway?” she said, as they started off. “You didn’t really need them, and just think of all the work you made me.”
“Oh, they just wanted to show them off,” laughed Gertrude Church.
“Humph, we know why they pretend to criticize us, don’t we Marjorie?” queried Evelyn, with a knowing wink.
“Sure; they’re jealous,” was the laconic reply, at which all the girls laughed scornfully.
“We’d have to have something better than that to be jealous of,” scoffed one.
“Then we’ll see you Monday, Lucy,” called Jessie, as they started off down the street. “Maybe before,” she added.
“I can stand it,” laughed Lucile. “Come early Monday, anyway, all of you, and don’t forget what I told you.”
“We won’t,” they called; “don’t worry!” And, indeed, she had no need for anxiety, for the thought that filled the girls’ minds to the exclusion of everything else was:
“Our guardian is coming Monday—oh, why is it so far away?”