“Know anybody who runs up to the Varsity Shoppe any oftener than you do?” retorted Frances quickly.
“Don’t quarrel, children,” admonished Jane. “We can all do our share when it comes to eating.”
“By the way,” inquired Anne, “what did Rhoda say when you asked her? Will she go?”
“She wasn’t quite sure,” replied Patricia, “but will let us know on Friday.”
“Say,” interrupted Frances, leaning forward to look at Patricia, “does anybody know why she goes over to Mrs. Brock’s early in the morning?”
Patricia glanced at Jane and Ruth before she replied with a laugh, “I’m sure I don’t.”
“How do you know she does go?” demanded Lucile quickly.
“Saw her, this very morning.”
“What were you doing, awake before the bell rang?” inquired Anne.
“My shade was flapping; and if there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s a flapping shade. I got up to fix it.”