“Yes, do, Odalite,” said Wynnette.
Odalite read the brief notice, and then she turned to the sketch and said:
“This is longer, and I need not read the whole of it, you know.”
“No. Just pick out the plums from the pudding. I never read the whole of anything. Life is too short,” said Wynnette.
The other two girls seemed to agree with her, and so Odalite began and read the highly inflated eulogium on Col. Anglesea’s character and career.
The three younger ones listened with eyes and mouths open with astonishment.
“Why, they seem to think he was a good, wise, brave man!” gasped little Elva.
“That’s because they knew nothing about him,” exclaimed Wynnette.
“Isn’t there something in the Bible about a man being a good man among his own people, but turning into a very bad man when he gets into a strange city where the people don’t know who he is?” inquired Rosemary, very gravely.
“I believe there is, in the Old Testament somewhere, but I don’t know where,” answered Elva.