“New thing, that mayonnaise, isn’t it?” they heard a man say to his companion, “well put up—let’s go in and look at it.”
Hester gazed speechless into the window, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head.
“Would you ever have believed it!” whispered Julie, poking her. “Let’s wait,” as she saw a clerk lean into the window and take down a bottle, “let’s wait and see if those people buy it.”
“No we won’t,” said Hester, finding her voice at last. She clutched her sister’s arm convulsively. “We’ll go straight home before I scream with joy right here on the corner.”
“You don’t like shop windows, do you?” said Julie with a happy laugh.
In the exuberance of their spirits and with a desire to impart the good news to their neighbors, whom they now counted as friends, the girls stopped at the Grahame’s on their way upstairs.
“Jack,” exclaimed Hester the impetuous, “Jack, what do you suppose has happened?”
“By the look of you I should say you’d inherited a fortune.”
“Pouf!” disdainfully, “that is commonplace.” She clapped her hands together while her eyes danced merrily. “Try again, Jack.”
“May I have a guess, Miss Dale?” said a voice that made the girl start, while a long, lazy form emerged from the corner.