The boys shouted with laughter. It was not often that they could succeed in getting Kit nettled. She was so even-tempered that they had almost given up teasing her. Bet, on the contrary was an easy prey, for her temper flared up at a second's notice.
But just now she was cool and composed: "Oh come on, Kit don't be silly. There's enough to do, goodness knows, without you staging a temper fit."
"Guess you're right, Bet. I'll be good." Kit was all smiles in a minute as she grabbed a dust mop to give the floor another cleaning before the rug was put down.
"I'm tired out completely!" Bob cried suddenly and dropped into the nearest chair.
"Bob Evans," screamed Joy. "There you've gone and ruined my chair. And it took me a good hour to paint it!"
Bob jumped to his feet, "Oh I'm so sorry, Sis. I didn't see it!"
But even the provoked Joy could not keep from laughing as Bob turned around. His trousers were streaked with paint.
"Oh turn around, Bob! Let's see you. You look like a winter sunset!" shouted Phil.
"Let us have those pants to frame," Bet laughed.
"And say Bob, you could go outside and strut up and down the sidewalk and be a walking advertisement for Shirley's Shop."