“Cor-rect! I’ve got her down already. Next?”
“Molly Breckenridge.”
“Good enough. Down she goes. Wait till I get her wrote before you say any more.”
They waited while Alfy laboriously inscribed the name and finished with the exclamation:
“That’s the crookedest back-name I ever wrote.”
“You acted as if it hurt you, girlie! You wriggled your tongue like they do in the funny pictures;” teased Molly, but the writer paid no heed.
“Next?”
“Dorothy Calvert.”
“So far so good. But them three’s all girls. To a party there ought to be as many boys. That’s the way we did to our last winter’s school treat,” declared Alfaretta.