“Don’t be too long away,” she said, “but if you greatly wish to go to have tea with the Griffiths, why you may. I understood from Flossie that they were going to the seaside on Saturday.”
“Thank you, Marcia,” said Nesta.
She ran out of the room. Dress was indeed a matter of total indifference to her. Once again, she flew down the path, entered the wood, and in a very short time she and Flossie were embracing each other. Flossie was smartly dressed.
“You are just as untidy as ever,” she said. “But never mind. What about the day after to-morrow? Are you prepared to come with us?”
“I’m prepared,” said Nesta, “but they’re not.”
“Who are ‘they’?”
“Oh, you know—all of them. I spoke to Ethel this morning, and she said I hadn’t a chance.”
“But it does seem cruel—you can’t be cooped up in this hot place when everybody else is away enjoying themselves. You really must come with us—besides, I want you.”
“I want to go most awfully,” said Nesta. “I’ve got my eighteen and sixpence, and we could have no end of fun.”
“Mother gave me five shillings this morning,” said Flossie. “That, with your eighteen and sixpence, would make twenty-three and sixpence—one pound, three shillings and sixpence. Think of it.”