“I think she could just as well have done it some other way, don’t you?” asked Agnes of Ruth, when they were getting ready for bed later. “She took a very long time with Luke, I notice, and he asked her to take both his hands.”
“Oh—it—it didn’t mean anything,” declared Ruth. “It was all in fun.”
“Well, I told Neale what I thought of him,” said Agnes, the least bit sharply.
“Was that wise?” asked Ruth, quietly.
“I don’t care whether it was or not!” came the quick retort. “She is pretty and her clothes are a lot better than ours. I’m never going to Ann Titus again! She has no more style——”
“I think you are tired, Aggie,” said Ruth, stroking her sister’s head. “And you must remember that Nally is our guest.”
“Oh, yes, I know I’m just horrid. But——”
However, the first little affair passed off most successfully, even with the mysterious white football, and when Uncle Rufus was locking up, after Neale and Luke and the others had gone, he chuckled as he said:
“Dish suah am laik ole times when Massa Stower done hab parties his own self.”
“They’re a gay bonnie lot of lads an’ lassies!” said Mrs. MacCall. “Aw, it’s a gran’ thing to be young!”