“Oh, I do love this time of the year!” Billie’s face glowed above the woolly white sweater she was wearing for warmth’s sake. “It makes me feel equal to meeting and beating Amanda Peabody, even with one knee out of joint!”
“The way you look to-day, you could meet and beat any one with both knees out of joint,” declared Laura loyally.
It had been decided the day before that the boys would row across from Boxton and pick up the girls at the Three Towers’ dock.
Their part of the bargain was so promptly kept that the girls had barely reached the boathouse when they descried the fleet of rowboats coming toward them across the lake.
“There come Teddy and Chet——”
“And Ferd Stowing. But who’s the fourth?”
“Paul Martinson, probably,” said Billie. “Chet said he might come along.”
Billie cast a sidelong look at Edina, and was quite satisfied with what she saw.
The girl from Oklahoma wore a white sport coat—recently added to her steadily growing wardrobe. The sport coat topped a white, fuzzy skirt and a silk jumper adorned with a flaming, scarlet tie. On Edina’s feet were white sport shoes of an approved style. Her legs were encased in immaculate, unwrinkled white silk stockings.
The improvement in Edina was more than “clothes deep,” however, a fact of which Billie was very well aware. The girl had acquired a new poise, a dignity which was very attractive. Moreover, her disposition had improved signally. She was not nearly so ready to claw and scratch as she had been a short time since. The “lion cub” was surely becoming civilized.