“And mine!” said Ethel.
“You know Ethel and Molly are out now,” said Nesta. “They’re asked a good deal to tea parties and dances.”
“Yes, we are,” said Molly; “we’re going to a dance to-morrow night.”
“Yes, yes!” said Ethel, skipping about. “I want to show you our dresses.”
“They made them themselves,” said Nesta.
“We did; we did, wasn’t it clever of us?” said the other two, speaking almost in a breath.
“They’re awfully fashionable looking,” went on Nesta—“the dresses I mean.”
Molly giggled in her commonplace way. Ethel did not giggle, but she laughed. Nesta squeezed Marcia’s arm.
“You dear darling, what a tower of strength you are,” she said. “We thought of course you wouldn’t come.”
“We thought you’d be much too selfish,” said Molly.