Although Kit made every effort to be friendly with Edith Whalen, she had to acknowledge herself beaten. As Merriweather Girls, the four chums felt that they should be able to win her, but Edith refused to notice any advances made by the girls and while she was not aggressively unpleasant, they felt her smoldering dislike.
"We'll just have to give up and let her alone," advised Bet. "If we appear too anxious, she may break out again and do something else. One can never be sure of Edith."
"It does seem a shame," sighed Kit. "I'd truly love to be friends in spite of what she did. I want everybody to like me."
"And she probably would have liked you, too, if you hadn't been a friend of mine. She has always disliked me."
"Well girls, let us console ourselves with some of Auntie Gibbs' fudge. She just made it on purpose for us," cried Joy, dancing into the big entrance hall where Shirley, Bet and Kit were curled up on the divan. Shirley had brought a box of prints that she had promised to show Kit, and today was a rainy Saturday afternoon and just the time to do it.
The Merriweather Girls were having their weekly meeting at the Manor.
A little later Colonel Baxter joined them and demanded the right to be included in the club.
"Here you are having a good time, and I'm out of it."
"But Dad, you can't be a Merriweather Girl, you know that."
"Well I might be Legal Advisor or something of the sort. Give me a fancy title and I'll be happy."