[She Spied Approaching Figures—Trude and Mr. Dugald, Walking Slowly]
LAUGHING LAST
CHAPTER I
THE EGG
“I beg your pardon, but it’s my turn to have the Egg!”
Three pairs of eyes swept to the sunny window seat from which vantage-ground Sidney Romley had thrown her protest. Three mouths gaped.
“Yours—”
“Why, Sid—”
“Fifteen-year-olders don’t have turns!” laughed Victoria Romley, who was nineteen and very grown up.
Though inwardly Sidney writhed, outwardly she maintained a calm firmness. The better to impress her point she uncurled herself from the cushions and straightened to her fullest height.