“Catherine isn’t polite,” said Doris calmly. “She didn’t want to give Roger the prize he won; and she’ll eat up our prize if you don’t do anything to stop her.”
“She’ll have to eat it then,” Elizabeth Ann replied. “Couldn’t Roger play the piano beautifully? He told me he plays by ear.”
“What’s by ear?” asked Doris, looking as though she rather suspected Elizabeth Ann might be teasing her.
“He hears people play, and he can play what they do,” Elizabeth Ann explained. “He can’t read music—not the way Catherine can, when she practices her music lesson.”
Aunt Grace came to the door and opened it.
“Catherine just telephoned,” she said. “She is coming over to see you; if you get too cold outdoors, you must bring her in. There is a nice fire in the fireplace in the parlor.”
“What did I tell you?” said Elizabeth Ann, when Aunt Grace had closed the door. “Catherine is coming to bring us our candy.”
Doris refused to be convinced and when fifteen minutes later Catherine, empty-handed came up the path, Doris looked at Elizabeth Ann with a I-told-you-so expression that was really very funny.
“Hello,” said Catherine. “It’s cold to-day, isn’t it?”
Elizabeth Ann sighed. She wasn’t cold and she liked to stay outdoors. Doris usually wanted to go in after a few minutes and now here was Catherine who liked to stay indoors, too.