“Yes, she does,” admitted Neale. “But maybe it’s a good thing. Luke’s the same way.”
“They’re a good match,” assented Agnes, with a mischievous glance at Neale, but when he slid his hand along the seat toward her rosy palm she laughed and, extending a finger, asked:
“Did you see anything of our cow down that way?”
“No. But I see a pretty, saucy girl, and I don’t have to look very far, either,” retorted Neale, a bit put out. Thereupon Agnes kindly patted his hand that was firm on the steering wheel.
Nally and Hal Dent, who had been strolling afield, came home just before supper time.
“Oh, Ruth, you are going to so much trouble on our account!” protested the Boston girl, when she saw how prettily, if simply, the rooms of the Corner House were arranged.
“I love to do it,” Ruth said, and she really did. Giving pleasure to others was her own chief source of happiness.
In the evening the little affair was in full swing. Ruth thought it rather strange that Tess and Dot did not protest more when told that they must have their refreshments served in their playroom upstairs. But they had gained a point in having Sammy invited to the party, and Ruth thought perhaps this accounted for their unnatural submissiveness.
But mischief was brewing.
Linda had been sent up to the room of the children with sufficiently generous portions of ice cream and cake, and downstairs there was merry talk and laughter.