“Poor kiddies,” said Betty, with a twinkle in her eye. “Just think how they would enjoy themselves!”
“Yes,” retorted Grace, unmoved. “But just think how we would enjoy ourselves.”
“Speaking of our vacation,” said Mollie, who had agreed to walk as far as Betty’s house with her. “It seems as though things were just about settled for one grand and glorious time.”
“How about you, Grace?” asked Amy, as they paused at the corner before separating for their respective domiciles. “Do you suppose your folks will give you the O.K.?”
“Amy, what slang!” chuckled Betty. “If we don’t look out, you’ll be giving us points.”
“Impossible,” retorted Amy, at which Betty grinned still more.
“Why, yes, I guess,” said Grace, in reply to Amy’s question. “The folks will let me go anywhere as long as Will comes along.”
“Good gracious, are we going to let the boys in on this?” asked Mollie, wide-eyed.
“Did you ever know of a time we were able to keep the boys out—altogether?” retorted Grace, favoring Mollie with a pitying glance. “We’ve tried it, haven’t we?” she added, as Mollie still stared at her.
“We-ell, not very hard,” said Betty, impishly, and, looking at her, the girls had to laugh.