"Well, anyway, it was nice. I've heard so many things and talked with so many people that I feel as if I'd been to a party."
"If that's all, Mary, I'll prophesy there'll be just as nice days coming as this."
"Oh, do you think so, Peggy! Well, it's my bed time now, so I won't talk any longer. Good-night."
"Good-night!" And as Peggy hung up the receiver, she reflected that she had never done justice to the possibilities of the telephone.
CHAPTER III
A TRIUMPH OF ART
It was one of those warm, summer-like days of early June, when lessons and college classes are forgotten in the enjoyment of thoughts of the summer vacation to come. Such a few days left, and the four girls would be free for all the reading and the tennis and the sewing and the tramping which the press of examination preparation had forced aside. And they would all be together again this summer, which gave promise of many Quartette larks. The day was so perfect that all four had, as if of one mind, discarded their lessons for the remainder of the day, and had drifted over to Amy's.
"Do you know what I've been thinking about all week?" demanded Amy of the trio occupying her front porch. She did not wait for any of them to hazard a guess, but gave the answer herself, "Strawberries."