“But Becky,” began Thistle, sidling up to the popular leader, “we have had such a wonderful experience. We have converted a real rebel.”
“Rebel!” exclaimed Wyn. “How do you know Nora was anything like that?”
“Well, Mrs. Ted Manton said as much, didn’t she?”
“She didn’t,” replied Pell crisply. “She merely said that Nora had very little experience in girls’ sports.”
“I know,” interrupted the leader. “Mrs. Manton has mentioned her to me, and I am very glad you have succeeded in interesting her. I fancy she is a very capable child, with too much time on her hands.”
“Oh,” sighed Betta. “If we had only known it we could have borrowed some. What ever shall we do to get in a day’s work now?”
“Lunch first and then do double quick duty,” suggested the young leader. “It has been rather a lost day, counting by the usual results, but then, we have to figure in the new friend.”
“You’re a love, Becky,” declared Treble. “I am sure you are going to help me with my basket. It has to be done tomorrow, if I am to get full credit for it.”
“Where’s Alma?” asked Miss Beckwith, suddenly.
“Pouting,” replied Wyn. “You are not to know it, of course, but Alma’s in love!”