“But when will the end be?” demanded Bobby. “Oh! I think it is too mean for anything!”
“It doesn’t pay to get Gee Gee down on you,” said Jess. “I’m going to be very careful myself.”
“And we’ll all have to be careful if we expect to join in these after-school athletics. Gee Gee doesn’t fancy the new association, anyway,” said one of the Lockwood twins.
“I’m not so awfully eager myself to belong,” said Jess. “We’ve got to wear those ugly suits——”
“And no furbelows,” laughed Laura. “Oh, Jess, we all know your failing. Who is more devoted to the fashion magazines and the powder-puff than Josephine Morse?”
“It is the duty of every girl to look her very best at all times,” declared Jess, confidently. “My mother says so.”
“And that’s what makes the boys laugh at us,” remarked the other twin—no use saying which one, for nobody knew Dora and Dorothy apart. Gee Gee had long since put them on their honor not to recite for each other!
It was at noon that Miss Carrington called Clara Hargrew to her desk.
“Now, Miss Hargrew, I expect you to tell me the truth about this matter,” the teacher said, very sternly.
“I never in my life told you an untruth, ma’am!” exclaimed the girl.