“Don’t be afraid. We will send them on their way soon enough,” answered Harriet in a low voice. “I wouldn’t make them angry, Miss Elting.”
“I don’t intend to.”
“Leave them to me. See here, men, what do you propose to do now?” demanded Jane briskly.
“We lika somathing to eat.”
“All right. You shall have somathing. Twent-five cent please,” mimicked Crazy Jane, holding out a hand. She was so droll about it that the girls burst out laughing.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that. See, you have made them angry,” whispered Hazel.
“I don’t care if I have. I’ll be getting angry myself, pretty soon—maybe.”
“Twent-five Cent, Please,” mimicked Jane.