A taunting, high pitched, audacious laugh followed.
“Take the babies home and put them to bed,” mocked one of the pair. “Too late for little Bobbokins to be out.”
“Of all the rude creatures!” gasped Miss Mackin. “One would think we were acquainted with them.”
“They think we are,” retorted Corene, quite as indignant as the director. “But I guess everyone else knows them, so perhaps their remarks will not seem—so strange to others.”
“They ought not to be allowed to insult guests that way,” stormed Louise. Even her “canned laugh” was lost track of now.
“Did you see those two freaks?” asked Bubbles Norm when the party united on the porch.
“And did you hear them?” added Miss Mackin.
“They are the two blandest creatures,” went on Bubbles. “But I believe their daddy is supposed to be some pumpkins, a magnate of some kind or other.”
“Pity he doesn’t put his daughters in the trust, then,” retorted Cleo. “They need something; maybe it’s that.”