“Yes, she did,” cried Margery. “She said Harriet was going to be a great lady, rich and some other things that I didn’t understand. Then Sybarina gave Harriet her blessing.”
“Now, Jane,” said Harriet mischievously. “Tell us about the way you ran down the farmer’s calf.”
Jane gazed at Harriet frowningly, then burst into laughter.
“What do you know about that? Who has been telling tales?”
“The farmer said you shaved the hair off the calf’s tail with your car.”
“I was sorry for the calf, but you ought to have seen the farmer wave his arms and run after me. He was fairly pulling the hair out of his head with rage,” chuckled Crazy Jane. “Well, dears, what have you in mind? Want to take a nice ride in the car?”
Harriet shook her head with emphasis.
“When we started on this tramp we agreed that we wouldn’t ride in your car at all. I, for one, am going to keep to that agreement.”
“Don’t tempt me,” said Hazel, chancing to catch the merry eye of Jane McCarthy.
“We didn’t agree not to eat in the car, did we?” questioned Tommy. “That latht gully I fell into gave me an awful appetite.”