“Come on—be sports!” urged Tom, waving his tray. “I think she’s come to say that she’s willing to be welcomed in your midst.”
“How do you know?” asked all three girls at once.
“I don’t know—I only think so, because Billy told me,” said Tom.
“We certainly look dreadful!” mourned Helen, but they all brushed each other off and straightened each other, and trotted into the house.
Nataly did not look as if she had ever seen a negligee. She had on white gloves and a veil, and carried a card-case, and altogether, except that her hair was down and her skirt short, she might very well have been grown up.
“It’s a charming day,” she began when she had been introduced to Helen and Louise.
“It certainly is,” agreed Louise, “and a lot too nice to stay in the house. Don’t you want to come on out in the back yard with us and play ball?”
But Nataly declined. She said she didn’t think it would be good for her gloves.
Then there was a pause, because nobody could think of anything to say. Finally Winona began:
“Tom says you think you might like to join our Camp Fire, after all. Do you think you would?”