“And perhaps then I can move my feet,” hoped the rather confused Jane. She wanted to do so many things to right the upset place, but nothing she could do would have seemed magical enough to achieve that. The disorder was appalling, but not unpardonable.
Jennings again spread the robes to save the handsome car, and when all, even tiny May and shy little Dick, were piled in and started off, with Marty up front and Ellen in the middle of the back seat, Gloria and Trixy indulged in a life saving laugh.
“Thrills!” cried Trixy. “And more thrills! Gloria, I’ll never call life in Sandford dull again! You would make an irresistible nurse!”
“And you a captivating ambulance driver!”
“At a football game!”
“Played in the mud!” they chuckled.
Jane was actually singing to that benighted infant.
“If Mrs. Berg is not at home yet, what ever shall we do?” asked Gloria seriously, when Jane stalled on a high note.
“She will be,” said Trixy. “And, Glo, I must ’fess up. I’ve had a little interest in this case myself. You see, Sherry Graves, who made the unfortunate little park and planned the disastrous model house, was—still is—a friend of mine!”
“Trixy!”