“Well, you see we haven’t gone yet,” answered Elinor severely.
“Elinor, you are so hard on Fannie Alta. I’m sorry for her,” said Mary. “Mother wouldn’t bite me if I lost twenty dollars, but I’d hate to lose it just the same.”
“I didn’t mean to be hard on her,” answered Elinor, “but my instincts tell me not to trust her.”
“When did they tell you, Elinor?” laughed Billie.
Elinor’s instincts were a great joke to her three devoted friends. But the appearance of Fannie running breathlessly, with Belle following at a dignified pace, interrupted Elinor’s invariable reply to jests about her instincts: “You know they are never wrong.”
“What is the matter now, Fannie?” asked Billie, who was standing in the front of her car, her arms folded, like a captain on the hurricane deck of his ship.
“Get out of the road,” cried Billie, backing recklessly out
of the shed and whizzing out of the gate at full speed.