They settled back to work with a will.
"Shall we ask Mark Griffin?" inquired Laura. "I have him on my list."
"So have I."
"And I!"
"One invitation will answer, I fancy! Kindly address it, Miss Dawson."
"And now the Happy-Go-Luckys may be as reckless as they please; fall off tree-tops, get lost in the grape-arbors, or tumble into the fountain—it's all the same," cried Ivy.
"If he comes!"
"Perhaps he won't, without his band of buccaneers. I wonder if they are the Torchlights," said Alene.
"He 'shut up like a clam' as Mat says, when I asked him that day, but I got even with his High Mightiness," returned Laura.
"Say, girls," broke in Ivy, "I feel kind of lonesome! Everybody in town will have a bid but us."