"We might get Mamie Sickey," suggested Lark.
"She's so ugly."
"Or Fay Greer," interposed Aunt Grace.
"Then there's nobody but Ada Lone," decided Connie.
"She hasn't anything fit to wear," objected Carol.
"Of whom were you thinking, Carol?" asked her aunt, moving uneasily in her chair.
Carol flung herself at her aunt's knees. "Me!" she cried.
"As usual?" Connie ejaculated dryly.
"Oh, Carol," wailed Lark, "we can't think of things to talk about when you aren't there to keep us stirred up."