“What language, Bob!” said Nellie, in horror. “How can you?”
“Of whom are you speaking?” asked Laura, with an admonishing look.
“That Lil Pendleton. The gall of her!”
“Stop, Bob!” commanded Laura. “You talk like a street urchin.”
“I don’t care if I talk like a sea urchin,” complained the smaller girl. “She says she’s going with us.”
“Where?” asked Nell.
“Camping.”
“Who?” exclaimed Laura, promptly.
“That Pendleton girl. Says her mother just told her. Your mother said so, Laura Belding. So there!” 30
“Why—why––”