“Don’t I know that? I came in here just to remind you to begin to prink before dinner or you’d never be ready.”
She was already halfway up the stairs and she leaned over the balustrade to make a gamin’s face at him.
“Just you tend to your own apple cart, Neale O’Neil!” she told him. “I will be ready as soon as you are.”
At dinner, which was eaten in the middle of the day at this time of year at the old Corner House, Agnes appeared ready all but her hat for the car.
“Oh, Aggie! can we go too?” cried Dot. “We want to ride in the automobile, don’t we, Tess?”
“We maybe want to go riding,” confessed the other sister slowly. “But I guess we can’t, Dot. You forget that Margie and Holly Pease are coming over at three o’clock. They haven’t seen the fretted silver bracelet.”
“That reminds me,” said Agnes firmly. “You must not take that bracelet out of the house. Understand? Not at all.”
“Why, Aggie!” murmured Tess, while Dot grew quite red with indignation.
“If you wish to play with it indoors, all right,” Agnes said. “Whose turn to have it, is it to-day?”
“Mine,” admitted Tess.