"Anyway," Isobel rose languidly, "we don't want to forget about Uncle Peter——"
"And our prestige," interrupted Gyp, tormentingly. "And we can't act horrid to her 'cause that'd hurt Uncle Johnny's feelings——"
Tibby suddenly saw a bright side of the cloud.
"Say, it'll be fun seeing how she can't do things!"
And, strangely enough, such is human nature in its early teens, little Tibby's suggestion brought satisfying comfort to the three others. Gyp's face cleared and she tossed her head as much as to say that she was not going to worry any more about it!
"Come on, Isobel, I'll treat down at Wood's."
"Let me go, too," implored Tibby.
Gyp hesitated. "I only have thirty cents——"
"You owe me ten, anyway," urged Tibby.
Graham, in a sudden burst of generosity, relieved the tension of their high finance. "Oh, let's all go—I'll stand for the three of you!"