“Miss Gordon said that we might go,” Gladys leaned forward to remark, “and Joy is eager to have a real visit with us.”
“We haven’t had an opportunity since she came to confer about the game.” This from Catherine.
“Maybe she’d ruther I didn’t come.”
Faith looked reproachfully at her friend, then said softly that no one else might hear: “Rilla, you are forgetting our new rule. Think a sentence before you say it.”
Muriel flashed a bright smile at the speaker, thought a moment, then repeated: “Perhaps your friend, Joy Kiersey, would rather that I did not come.”
“Not so, Rilla.” Faith was glad to be able to add truly: “Joy asked especially about you. She was watching us yesterday as we returned from the court and she inquired who you were, and what do you suppose she said?”
“I can’t guess. Something dreadful, like’s not—I mean—I suppose.”
“Not a bit of it! Joy asked who the girl was who carried herself as though she were a princess.”
Muriel looked blank. “Who was she talking about? If ’twas me, then she was just makin’ fun.”
“No, dear. Joy wouldn’t do that. You don’t realize it, of course, but there are times when you carry yourself, shall I say proudly? Or——” Faith hesitated, groping for a word, then laughingly confessed, “I don’t know just how to express it.”