“Who is going to stop me, I’d like to know?” returned the girl of the unhappy temper. “You are not my boss.”
“And I guess Miss Allister has made up her mind she isn’t your boss,” interposed Amy, who could not be as patient as her chum. “The poor woman!”
“I wish you’d mind your own affairs,” Belle said, her face blazing. “If that chorus is cut out of the radio program we’ll know whom to thank. And if it is cut out—well, you Roselawn girls will find out something, I guess.”
“That is what we are here for,” admitted Amy. “To learn.”
She went along to an empty table and Jessie followed her. The latter was much more seriously troubled by the encounter than Amy.
“What do you suppose Belle and Sally mean to do? They may entirely wreck that chorus,” Jessie said.
“Let ’em,” said her chum. “If the chorus is cut out of the program we’ll have a better chance. And Nell, too.”
“But it seems too bad about the other girls. They are not all like Belle and her friends.”
“Those Ringolds are always up to something tricky,” said Amy. “I shouldn’t wonder at all if Belle had got her mother to scheme some way of making trouble for your mother and the other members of the hospital committee, Jess.”
“Oh! That would be too mean! And when it is for so good a cause!” Jessie said. “I know Momsy is very much worried about the concert.”