Now Edith was of a generally generous disposition, and not inclined to limit her favors, of whatever nature, to any particular set of girls. For this reason she had to bear many a reproof from Belle, and even occasionally from Brenda, both of whom were inclined to be more exclusive.
So it happened that the general harmony of "The Four" was somewhat disturbed when Nora one day at recess exclaimed,
"Who do you suppose is going with us to the game?" For of course in the minds of the others there could be but one "game," and that the one to which they all wished to go.
"Why, who is it?" cried Brenda, and "Who is it?" echoed Belle.
"I know that you can't guess."
"Oh, don't be silly, Nora, it wouldn't be worth while to guess about something you'll know all about so soon, except that you speak as if it were some one we might not care to have, and if that's the case, I declare it's too bad," said Belle.
"If it's anything like that," broke in Brenda, rather snappishly, "I will just tell Edith what I think."
"It—that," cried Nora, "didn't I say that it was a person, a girl, if I must be more definite, Ruth Roberts, if I must tell just who it is."
"Oh," cried Belle, and "Ah," echoed Brenda.
"You need not look so surprised," rejoined Nora, "and if you take my advice, you will not say anything to Edith; she ought to have her own way in arranging her own party, and you know when she makes up her mind it is of no use to talk to her about it."