“If I can. Joe has asked me. And you girls?”
“Trix says we must come to her father’s hotel for two weeks at least,” Agnes declared.
“Humph!” said Neale, doubtfully. “Are you going, Ruth?”
“I—don’t—know,” admitted the older Corner House girl.
“Now, isn’t that just too mean?” complained Agnes. “You just say that because you don’t like Trix.”
“I don’t know whether Trix will be of the same mind when the time comes,” said Ruth, firmly.
“I believe you,” grunted Neale.
Agnes pouted. “It’s just mean of you,” she said. “Of course she will want us to go.” While Agnes was “spoons” with a girl, she was always strictly loyal to her. She could not possibly see Trix Severn’s faults just now.
They arrived at the farmhouse and found a crowd already assembled. There was a great deal of talking and laughter, and while Neale stood chatting with some of the boys in the hall, Ruth and Agnes came to him for their slippers.
“Sure!” said the boy, producing the newspaper-wrapped bundle he carried. “Guess I’ll put on my own pumps, too.”