"Oh, I wanted to do something noble and I tried to, but it did not just work out," faltered Grace, "but—I—am going—to try it again!" and her eyes blazed defiance at Madaline.
"You just do, Grace Philow, and I'll—"
"Who cares!" interrupted the unconquerable Grace, while Cleo looked a whole volume of inquiries.
The McKay twins were romping over from a near-by playhouse, a little tepee made of cast off "shutters" the janitor had put outside after wrenching them from hinges, and the girls had promptly availed themselves of the material for a most attractive playhouse.
"Hello! hello!" called both. "Who wants a ride home? Mother is sending the big car."
"Oh, we all do, of course," spoke Cleo, the first to mingle words with her delight. "Who wouldn't love a ride in that big, spiffy limousine!"
"Well, thank you just the same, but I don't, just today," Grace surprised them with answering. "I have an appointment with Brother Benny."
"Oh!" said Winnie McKay significantly.
"I see!" drawled her sister Norma.
"Suit yourself," deprecated Cleo.