And he sighed.
“She sure is!” agreed Neale.
And he sighed.
But they were not both sighing for the same girl.
The room which Nalbro Hastings was to occupy had been repapered and looked “darling,” according to Agnes, who almost wished she had taken it for herself. “And maybe I will after she goes,” she added. Mrs. Judy Roach had been at the Corner House nearly every day for a week, helping Mrs. MacCall and Linda get things spick and span in preparation for the house party, and there had been almost endless baking, Mrs. MacCall insisting on making some Scotch scones in honor of the visitors.
Two days before Miss Hastings was expected, Ruth, with a letter in her hand, sought out Agnes.
“Agnes,” began Ruth, “I want to consult you about something.”
“Don’t tell me Nally isn’t coming!”
“Oh, no, it isn’t that. But we need another boy to make this a successful affair.”
“Another boy?” inquired Agnes. “Well, there’s Sammy Pinkney.”