"Frank and Roy were sitting on the steps of the porch outside and I heard Frank say to Roy very earnestly:
"'Do you know, I think Mollie would have a wonderful voice if she would only have it cultivated.'"
"Goodness, I thought—" began Grace, but the Little Captain very hastily pinched her into silence.
"Evidently they thought I couldn't hear them," Mollie continued. "But they were mistaken, for I heard Roy answer pityingly, 'Say, old man, I've heard of love being blind before, but here's a case where the poor little god is deaf.'"
"Mollie," cried Amy, shocked, while the others laughed merrily, "what did Frank say? Did he stand for that?"
"Most decidedly not," chuckled Mollie. "The last I saw of them, Frank was leaping a fence, hanging on to Roy's coat tails. It was awfully funny. I think I laughed for an hour afterward,"
"It was a wonder there was enough of poor Roy left to come home," giggled Betty. "Frank isn't what you might call gentle, when his temper is roused."
"Oh, I believe I know when that was now!" exclaimed Grace, with sudden animation. "It must have been that evening when I was baking biscuits and I looked out of the window and saw Roy. He looked like a tramp, hair all disheveled and face as red as a beat.
"I called to him and asked him if he'd been in a fight or something, and he just got redder than ever and backed off into the woods.
"I concluded he'd gone suddenly and violently insane, and as the aroma of nearly burned biscuits filled the air I promptly forgot all about him."