“But sense, and you’ve got the family supply of that.”
“Now don’t go offending me,” warned Nancy. They had little time for this conversation and it was being pretty well mixed up with paper plates and napkins. “You know how unpopular a smart girl is, Rosa,” and Nancy dropped her big dark eyes with something like a suspicious blinking.
“Ye-ah, all right, you’re a dumb-bell, if you like that better, but I don’t know what I’m saying. I can’t think of a thing but children. What do you suppose they’ll do and say? Think they ever saw a mountain house before?”
“Why, Rosa? How absurd. They’re just like any other children, only not so well off. Maybe they’ll know more about mountain houses than we do,” said Nancy, indignantly.
“That’s so. Maybe they go on excursions every week,” contributed Rosa. They were ready now to wash up and go to meet the train.
“It isn’t likely they go often, because there’s such a lot of them to pass the trips around to,” Nancy reasoned out.
“Gosh!” ejaculated Rosa. “How you can think!”
“But please don’t call me smart, remember how I hate that,” again came the warning.
“Don’t blame you. Smart girls are a pest and, as you say, unpopular,” replied Rosa. “That’s one blessing in my favor. But don’t let’s fight about it,” concluded Rosa. “Hurry along. We’ve got to get three cars, you know.”
The two girls were wearing their simplest frocks, out of consideration for the coming visitors, but Nancy in her candy-stripe with the red bindings and red belt, and Rosa in her blue chambray, to match her eyes, looked pretty enough and well dressed enough for any picnic.