"That's just what happened to me," sighed the Gibson girl. "I had to put on my best silk petticoat, as I spilled a lot of chocolate down my other. I sent it away to be cleaned, and that's why I'm wearing my best one. Don't you just love the swish of silk?"
"I guess we all do," answered Betty. "Oh, dear!"
"What's the matter?" asked Grace. "Oh, but you are going at it wholesale; aren't you?" as she surveyed the room overflowing with clothes.
"Have to, my dear. It means an all-summer stay, you know. And I don't know what to take and what to leave. I'm sure to want the very things I don't take."
"Take them all, then. That's what I'm doing. Only I haven't really begun yet. I just ran over to ask you something."
"Well, let it be something very easy, Grace dear. My brain isn't capable of taking in very much this morning."
"It's about Will," went on Grace, thoughtfully selecting a chocolate from a bag. "Are you sure you won't have some?" she asked.
"What, of Will? No, thank you!"
"Silly, of course not. I mean this candy. It's delicious! Just fresh and——"
"Cloying," interrupted Betty. "You haven't a lime drop, have you?"