“Good-bye,” she said, “I don’t think we will be here when you come to-morrow.”
“Where are you going?” asked Cora.
“Don’t speak so loud,” cautioned Nellie. “That old Lady Blazes is just as bad on us as Aunt Delia. And worse, for she puts her up to everything.”
“Nellie! Nellie!” shrieked the one termed “Blazes.” “Your aunt wants you right away up at the house!”
Nellie turned with a nod to Bess and Belle.
“Ain’t that a shame!” said Skip. “We will strike fer them girls next.”
[CHAPTER V—TOO CONFIDENT]
“Mother will be so disappointed not to get her berries,” remarked Bess, as she and Belle, in their little Flyaway, got out on the road, following Cora.
“But Cora did wonderfully well, I think,” replied the sister, “to get the better of that horrid woman. She was going to sell two crates, and she only actually sold the crate which she insisted Andy should pay for. It takes Cora—she is a born leader.”
“It certainly was diplomatic,” agreed Bess, “and I suppose we can come out to-morrow for the others. Mother was not particular about having them done up at once. But weren’t those girls queer? And how stage-like little Nellie looked with those fierce dogs at her side, and the boys standing around her? I declare I think that would make a play.”