[CHAPTER XXVII]
Curly Dock
“JUST in the nick of time,” said Billy as Mary Frances came racing with Eleanor around the front of the house. “Why, hello! who’s here? Excuse me, Eleanor, I didn’t know you were to arrive until this afternoon,” shaking hands with Mary Frances’ “best girl friend.”
“She wasn’t expected until afternoon,” explained Mary Frances, “but some friends of her father’s were coming this way in their car, so she’s here quite early. Oh, I’m so glad!” as she kissed Eleanor again.
“I wish we’d never moved away, Mary Frances,” said Eleanor, returning her embrace.
“You said I was just in the nick of time, Billy,” Mary Frances suddenly exclaimed. “Why, so is Eleanor. We can share the secret with her!”
“Another of Mary Frances’ secrets!” cried Eleanor. “Please tell me about it!”
“Oh, Mary Frances makes so much out of nothing,” said Billy. “It’s simply this: we’re planting a garden, and don’t want the folks to know it.”