“You’re a sight better than them other rich girls that come here from town,” Henrietta confessed to Jessie. “You and Miss Amy ain’t so stuck up.”
“What other girls come here?” the Roselawn girl asked, with curiosity.
“Some like that Moon one, and another named Belle. They dress awful fancy.”
“I know those girls. Why, you saw them over at the picnic the other night.”
“Them’s the ones,” admitted Henrietta, pursing her lips. “They come here sometimes in a car to bring Mrs. Shannon fine laundry. But they never play with us Dogtown kids.”
“No?”
“Did you know, Miss Jessie, that they are going to have another big time over at the old Carter place?”
“Another moonlight party?”
“Not like that one. It’s big folks’ doings, I guess,” said the little freckled girl. “That Belle’s mother and Mrs. Moon that sends Mrs. Shannon laundry, is going to boss it.”
“I didn’t hear about it,” said Jessie, beginning to grow suspicious. “When is it to be?”