“Yes, the gentlemen all send corsage bouquets to their ladies fair, call for them, take them to the party and take them home again. My young lady is ’way over at Pine Lodge, so I’ll call for her with my coach and four.”
“Four feet, I suppose, yours and hers,” interpolated Virgie.
“Or I shall dazzle her with the headlight of my new Rolls Royce and startle all the mosquitos and caterpillars abroad.”
“I remember, you just bought a big flashlight.”
“And gently convey her delicate form,—”
“May Furniss is one of the fattest girls in camp!”
“Why spoil my lovely tale, Isabel? Yes, May’s pretty plump and lots of fun, and as I’m almost the tallest and skinniest, we’ll be quite a pair. We couldn’t invite any girl in our own klondike, so I selected May.”
“I’m to be a man, too,” said Betty. “I’ve gathered a lot of the pretty red wood lilies already for the bouquet.”
“Land, Betty, don’t you remember who you’re taking?—It’s me!” exclaimed Virginia, somewhat ungrammatically, to be sure, but forcefully, “and wouldn’t red lilies match my hair, though!”
“Sure enough,” said Betty, frowning, “but your hair isn’t—”