One bright afternoon, when school was out and the pre-supper appetites of Dot and Tess had been appeased, the two came running into the room where Ruth and Agnes sat.
“He’s here! He’s come!” gasped Tess.
“And he’s got, oh, such a dandy!” echoed Dot.
“Who’s here, and what has he?” asked Agnes, flying out of her chair.
“You shouldn’t say anything is a ‘dandy,’” corrected Ruth to her youngest sister.
“Well it is, and you told me always to tell the truth,” was the retort.
“It’s Mr. Howbridge and he’s out in front with a—the—er the beautifulest automobile!” cried Tess. “It’s all shiny an’ it’s got wheels, an’—an’ everything! It’s newer than our car.”
Ruth was sufficiently interested in this news to look from the window.
“It is Mr. Howbridge,” she murmured, as though there had been doubts on that point.
“And he must have a new auto,” added Agnes. “Oh, he has!” she cried.