“We haven’t any. Tell them we’re out of it.”
Ted went forth with a protest.
A few seconds later he again confronted Nancy.
“Blue twist then. What ever on earth is blue twist?”
“We haven’t any!” Nancy told him sharply. “We’re all out of sewing stuff, except black and white.”
“Oh, you come on. They’re just laughin’ at me. It’s your store. You go ahead and 'tend it.” Ted was on a strike now. He wasn’t going to be that kind of store keeper. Twist and silk!
“But I’m so dirty,” complained Nancy, brushing at her skirt and then patting her disordered hair. She had been rushing around at a mad rate since noon hour and naturally felt untidy.
“Well, any how, go tell them,” suggested Ted. “They’re just girls like you. You needn’t worry about your looks.” His eyes paid Nancy a decided compliment with the careless speech. Evidently she was not the only one who found good looks in the family.
Out in the store the girls were waiting, and when she finally walked up to them, Nancy was instantly at ease.
“Oh, hello!” greeted the stouter one. She was genuinely pleasant and Nancy at once liked her. “You’re the girl we’ve been trying to meet. This is Vera Johns and I’m Ruth Ashley. We live over on North Road and we’ve been wanting to meet you.”