"Goodness," cried Grace plaintively, "that's the second time I've been called a goose in the last five minutes. Pretty soon I'll be a whole flock of them!"
The girls laughed, and Mollie said with aggravating condescension:
"It's hard sometimes to tell the truth, Grace dear, but we only do it for your own good. That's what friendship is for, you know."
"Then give me enemies!" cried Grace. "I don't care how many faults I have if people just won't tell me about them."
"Which reminds me of something," said Mollie with a chuckle.
"Well, don't tell us about it," said Grace hastily. "I'm trying hard to love you, Mollie, but I can't stand everything—"
"Oh, but it's a joke on me this time," Mollie reassured her, and Grace sat back with a sigh of relief.
"It happened while we were at Pine Island," Mollie continued with a chuckle. "I was sitting in the living room playing the piano—"
"Or trying to?" interrupted Grace.
"Or trying to," agreed Mollie with perfect good-nature. "You know my repertoire consists of two pieces, and I was humming one of them as I played.