Barbara was beginning to understand Miss Sallie better since Ruth’s accident. She knew that her cold exterior hid a very warm heart.
As for Miss Sallie, she finally smiled on Bab and gave her a forgiving kiss. “I could forgive Bab anything,” she thought to herself, “after her wonderful heroism in saving Ruth. I suppose I have to expect a girl of so much spirit to do erratic things sometimes.”
Ralph kept his eyes lowered when he said good morning and hardly spoke during breakfast.
“Ralph is out of sorts,” his mother complained, “but, man-like, he won’t tell what is the matter with him.”
“Perhaps you are tired from the party last night, Ralph?” suggested Mollie. Then Ralph laughed a mirthless laugh. “No, I am not tired, Mollie,” he replied.
Yet all through breakfast he did not once speak to Bab.
“Remember,” said Grace, “that our crowd and just a few other people are invited over to Mrs. Cartwright’s to-night. She is going to have a porch party, and we are to play the famous game ‘eyeology’ that she was talking of to Gladys the other day. Do you know what she means?”
Nobody at the table had ever heard of it.
“I begged Donald to tell me,” Grace added, “but he declares he is as much in the dark about it as the rest of us, and Mrs. Cartwright simply says, ‘wait and see!’”
“I suppose,” said Miss Sallie, “that you children never intend to rest again. I should think that Mrs. Cartwright would be perfectly used up from so much entertaining.”