“A trick of the Strickers,” he said promptly.
“Nothing of the kind,” I told him. “For I saw her myself. So did Tom.”
“Rats! A woman can’t become beautiful over night.”
“Miss Prindle did,” I waggled. “And so did Red.”
“Red? Do you mean Red Meyers? Oh, ho, ho, ho! That’s rich!” [[128]]
“His mother used the beauty soap on him,” I said, “and his freckles have all disappeared. His skin is like peaches and cream.”
“I’ve got to see it,” said Scoop, “to believe it.”
So, to convince him, we went around by Red’s house, learning from Mrs. Meyers that the beautiful one was sleeping.
“Has his freckles really disappeared?” Scoop quizzed.
“Ask Jerry and Tom,” the woman smiled. “They saw him.”