“Won’t you go?” Neale asked, just a little worried now. He had carried the joke pretty far, he thought.
“I have half a mind to refuse,” declared Agnes. “What shall I wear, Ruth?”
Neale was relieved by this question. He smiled engagingly.
“You don’t need to worry about what you wear, Aggie. She’s an awfully good kind. And she’s been wanting to know you all along. But—she couldn’t talk.”
“I don’t believe you,” said Agnes flatly.
“Neale says she had a vow,” remarked Tess soberly. “And she did speak sort of funny to me and Dot. But she’s nice.”
“She has nice candy,” observed the littlest Corner House girl. “She gave us some when we were rehearsing for the concert.”
“Of course you will go—and be a good girl,” said Ruth, when she and Agnes were alone.
“Well, I suppose I must,” sighed Agnes. “But I tell you what it is, Ruthie, I don’t like Neale O’Neil having secrets from me. And I don’t want him to be too friendly with other girls—not even when they are from the Back Bay and their names are in the society columns.”