When he was finally gone and the door well bolted this time, the three girls joined hands and danced around like a kindergarten class.
“Me for the movie queen!” sang out Isabel. “You, Nance and Ruthie, can sell fish hooks. Just watch this pose and see if I couldn’t pass in a beauty contest—”
There was a racket, a very noisy one, at the side door.
“It’s Ted!” exclaimed Nancy, apprehensively.
“And he’s got a crowd with him.”
“They can’t come in,” Nancy declared. “We are not going to show goods or take any advance orders.”
“Oh me, oh my!” cried Ruth. “No wonder the fine looking drummer said that the brainiest girls in America were in business.”
“He didn’t,” contradicted Nancy. “He said women.”
“Very well, Nancy. Just you wait. Go sit down on a big stump in the woods and wait. By and by you’ll be a woman.”
Then, in spite of all their eloquence, in marched Ted heading a parade of the “fellers.” And what could Nancy do but show them the arrangements.