“If you three girls are going, what’s the matter with having Fol along?” suggested Burd. “That will make it three and three.”
“Yes, do come with us,” urged Miss Alling cordially. And so, after some talking, it was arranged. The young folks all liked Fol, even though he was rather of the quiet sort.
After that the whole party grew merry at the thought of the good times ahead. As a fine orchestra was now giving dance music over the radio, a loud speaker was adjusted and soon one couple after another got up to dance.
Burd’s Aunt Emma, like all athletic women, danced wonderfully well, and soon the boys were “cutting in” on her dances.
“She is more popular than us—I should say we—young things,” Amy whispered gleefully in Jessie’s ear. “I will never be afraid of getting old again, after this.”
“I think she is wonderful,” returned Jessie, in a low tone. “After this I am prepared to love even her obstinacy!”
Altogether, the party was a huge success and there was not one among them more sorry than Miss Alling when the lateness of the hour forced it to break up.
“May I come again?” she asked of Mrs. Norwood, as the latter accompanied her to the door.
“My dear, I wish you would,” returned Mrs. Norwood, with genuine cordiality. “I haven’t felt so young for years!”
“And now,” sighed Jessie, after the last one—even Amy—had gone and she was left alone with her radio set, “to-morrow I shall have to take you all down, you dear old thing, wires and everything, and pack you up neatly so that you can go with us up to Forest Lodge. I wonder if you will like the trip as well as we expect to. Oh, radio, dear, we are going to have a lovely time!”