"How you flatter yourself! Don't imagine for a minute that she made those for you. They were for her own little angel, Bet," said Shirley with a quiet laugh.
"An angel is the last thing she'd call me, Shirley. I know I've been frightfully contrary lately and I'm not in Auntie Gibbs' good graces. She said the other day she wished I had come a boy; that boys were lots nicer."
"The very idea!" cried the girls together. "Boys better than girls! That's silly!"
"Well if it's boys she likes, you certainly do your best to make her happy, for you look like a boy—and act like one most of the time," teased Joy.
"Thanks for the flattery!" Bet tossed her head with a pretended air of superiority. "I'd love to be a boy!"
"What would you do?" asked Joy.
"I'd run away to sea!"
"Old stuff! Take a big jump and get up to date!" Joy came back at her with a snap.
"Why be so old fashioned?" laughed Shirley. "Do something modern!"
"Maybe I'd stow away on an airplane then, going to China."