“Oh, girls, didn’t I have the time of my young life when Tom and I spent a summer on Hide-Away Lake? We each had a canoe and I became as skillful as—as Minnehaha, if I do say so, as I shouldn’t.”
“You’ll have to show me!” Betsy began to tease, when Dicky whirled around and pointed at the wall, where a long row of mounted kodak pictures reached almost to the floor from somewhere up near the ceiling. “A kodak can’t lie!” she retorted. “Put on your specs, and behold.” The girls crowded around the panel of pictures, and many an amusing remark was uttered. “Say! Dicky made a fine boy in those hiking trousers.”
“Lookee, will you? Here she is having a canoe race with a good-looking boy.”
“They’re near enough alike to be twins.”
While her guests were so intent upon the pictures the little hostess, in another part of the room, was busily occupied behind a screen. A moment later she removed this and rang a tiny silver bell. The girls whirled to behold a table on which were seven plates of ice cream and a big dish heaped with little cakes.
“I say, this is some class!”
“Spiffy! That’s what I call it.”
“Here you, Babs, stop edging around to where the biggest piece is. I had my eye on that one myself.”
“Betsy, be quiet! What would Miss King think of our manners?”
“Oh, alas and alack! There are place cards, and so there’s no picking a piece after all.”