“If my face was like hers I’d never have it photographed,” snapped Jessie.
“How vinegarish,” said Amy. “Well, it was funny.”
“You do find humor in the strangest things,” returned her chum. “I guess that poor girl didn’t think it was funny.”
“Of course, they had some right to her,” Amy declared.
“How do you know they did? They did not 16 act so,” returned the more thoughtful Jessie. “If they had really the right to make the poor girl go with them, they would not have acted in such haste nor answered me the way they did.”
“Well, of course, it wasn’t any of our business either to ask questions or to interfere,” Amy declared.
“I don’t know about that, Amy,” rejoined her chum. “I wish your brother had been here, or somebody.”
“Darry!” scoffed Amy.
“Or maybe Burd Alling,” and Jessie’s eyes twinkled.
“Well,” considered Amy demurely, “I suppose the boys might have known better what to do.”