“Don’t be foolish. Leave it to me,” said Amy, getting on her feet. “I’ll speak to the clerk. He’s nice looking and wears his hair slicked back like patent leather. Lo-o-vely hair.”
“Amy Drew! Behave!”
“I am. I am behaving right up, I tell you. I am sure I can make that clerk chalk the amount down until we come in again.”
“I would be shamed to death,” Jessie declared, her face flushing almost angrily, for sometimes Amy did try her. “I will not hear of your doing that. You sit down here and wait till I run back to the church––”
“Oh, you won’t have to,” interrupted Amy. “Here come some of the girls. We can borrow––”
But the girl who headed the little group just then entering the door of the Dainties Shop was Belle Ringold. The three who followed Belle were her particular friends. Jessie did not feel that she wanted to borrow money of Belle or her friends.