"And see, there's Hermione at an upstairs window," said Ivy.
The girls waved their hands to that smiling friend and the boys gallantly doffed their hats as they raced Old Hurricane past the house.
Mrs. Ramsey gazed after the vehicle with a look of amazement. She had obtained a glimpse of the girls, in their print dresses and sunbonnets, but had failed to recognize them.
"Who can they be?"
"They evidently know you," said one of the ladies, smilingly. "Didn't you see that little curly-headed girl swinging her bonnet?"
"Not at us, surely!"
Vera smiled at her mother's shocked tone.
"That was Ivy Bonner; they were waving at Hermione upstairs."
"I thought it looked like Dawson's rig, but surely Alene wasn't—"
"Yes, she was there, with her face all stained with berry juice! I guess they were out picking blackberries!"