“Then you must come to my own room,” decided Cousin Judith.
Becky went out on the porch while the preparations were pending and saw the Randolph children, faultlessly attired, standing hand in hand just across the street.
“Hello, Becky!” shouted Allerton. “Come on over.”
Doris turned to him reprovingly. Then she raised her voice to Becky and said:
“My brother wishes to invite you to join us.”
“Can’t go you,” returned Becky, carelessly. “My Cousin Judith’s come, an’ we’re goin’ to have some chin music.”
“May I inquire what sort of an entertainment you refer to?” asked Doris, coming a little nearer.
“You may,” said Becky, graciously.
Doris waited, still holding her brother’s hand. To Becky it seemed absurd that such a big boy and girl should act so much like infants. So far, her acquaintance with the Randolphs had only interested her because she could “guy them” unmercifully, without their discovering it.
Allerton’s patience was not equal to that of his demure sister.