"It's up to them," persisted Nettie Niles, who, next to Tavia Travers, had the reputation and privilege of using more slang than any other well-bred girl in Dalton.
"It is to be a lawn party then," declared the chairman, with befitting dignity. "And we have only one day to arrange the whole thing."
"I'll collect the boys," volunteered the irrepressible Nettie.
"Then you are appointed a committee of one to invite all the nice boys in the first class," said Alice, much to the surprise of the joker.
"And not any other?" pouted Nettie. "If I should run across a real nice little fellow, with light curly hair, and pale pink cheeks, and—and—"
"New tennis suit," suggested someone, who had seen Nettie walking home with a boy of the tennis-suit description.
"Oh, yes," agreed the chairman, "I forgot to include Charlie. He is not now at Dalton school, but of course, Nettie, you may invite Charlie."
"Thanks," said Nettie, determined not to be abashed by the teasing.
"We will have cake and lemonade," proposed May Egner.
"I'm glad I only have to bring boys," said Nettie aside, "I couldn't bake a cake to save me."