“You might at least call us ‘ginghams,’” sniffed Amy.
“Wait!” commanded Jessie. “Here comes something else. You take my ear-tabs, Darry.”
“Wait a moment,” cried Amy, who still had her phones to her ears. Then she groaned horribly. “It’s a lecture! Oh! Merciful Moses’ aunt! Here! You listen in, Darry!”
“What’s it all about?” asked her brother.
“A talk on ‘The Home Beautiful,’” giggled Burd, “by One of the Victims. Come on, Darry. You may have my phones too.”
As all three seemed perfectly willing to let him have their listening paraphernalia, Darry refused. “Your unanimity is poisonous,” he said. “The Greeks bearing gifts.”
“Let’s get a rain check for this,” suggested Burd.
“It will last only twenty minutes, according to the schedule,” Jesse said, with a sigh. It was such a fine plaything that she disliked giving it up for a minute.
They talked, on all kinds of subjects. The boys had had no time before to tell the girls about the Marigold. Just such another craft it was evident had never come off the ways!
“And it is big enough to take out a party of a dozen,” Darry declared. “Some time this summer we are going to get up a nice crowd and sail as far as Bar Harbor—maybe.”