"Nice!" cried Ruth, flaring up at the mere suggestion of ill-treating Peggy. "Why shouldn't they be nice?"
"Peggy's blushing," exclaimed Amy, announcing a discovery sufficiently obvious to the least discerning. "She's blushing as red as fire. Peggy Raymond, what has happened?"
"It really wasn't anything," said poor Peggy, fairly cornered. "Only--"
"Well?"
"Only she didn't quite understand."
"Who didn't? That snippy, disagreeable girl, who puts on such ridiculous airs of being better than other people?"
Peggy's eyes widened over the vivid description whose appropriateness she was forced to admit. "I saw the girl," she replied hastily. "Her name's Elaine, I think."
"We don't care about her name, Peggy. What did she do?"
"At first she thought I'd come to sell the rolls, and she said they didn't care to buy anything."
"Peggy a pedler! I never heard anything so funny!" Amy sat down on the floor to laugh, but her amusement did not communicate itself to the others. Ruth's face still wore a protesting frown, and Priscilla's eyes were flashing.