"Thump, thump, thump!" a thunderous rap at the door of Shirley's shop brought the four girls on the run from the back room, where they had been doing the last of the window cleaning.
"It's Bob and Phil! Good for them!" shouted Bet. "Let them in, you're nearest, Kit!"
The two boys entered the doorway in a very supplicating manner, their hats held humbly in their hands.
"We want work, ladies! Can we get something to eat?" begged Bob without a smile.
"You would, Bob Evans! Thinking of food the first thing!" scolded Joy.
"Been out of a job for two months," added Phil.
"Then I suppose you want something to eat, too?"
"Yes ma'am, I'd like nothing better than a handout."
"You'll earn it first, you lazy things," exclaimed Kit.
"Always taking the joy out of life, isn't she?" Bob pretended to be sad.