"Of course she doesn't, Mother," answered Miss Towne, "she's just a child. There's time enough for those things after High School. I don't know what's going to become of this generation."
This was small comfort to Lydia, watching the pretty groups twirl by.
Kent, hugging the pink organdy, stopped on the far side of the room from Lydia to get a drink of lemonade.
"Isn't Lydia's dress a scream," said Olga.
"Huh?" asked Kent in surprise. He followed his partner's glance across the room.
CHAPTER VI
THE COOKING CLASS
"We pines have been useful to man and so he has destroyed us."—The
Murmuring Pine.
Lydia with parted lips and big, wistful eyes stood quietly beside Miss
Towne.
"What you giving us," said Kent. "Red's my favorite color."