“Oh, we didn’t expect you,” said Abby Daggett tranquilly. “There was enough of us to do everything.”
She beamed warmly upon Mrs. Black.
“Us ladies was saying we’d all better give you a rising vote of thanks for bringing that sweet Miss Orr to the fair. Why, ’twas a real success after all; we took in two hundred and forty-seven dollars and twenty-nine cents. Ain’t that splendid?”
Mrs. Black nodded. She felt suddenly proud of her share in this success.
“I guess she wouldn’t have come to the fair if I hadn’t told her about it,” she admitted. “She only come to my house yesterd’y morning.”
“In an auto?” inquired Abby Daggett eagerly.
“Yes,” nodded Mrs. Black. “I told her I could bring her over in the wagon just as well as not; but she said she had the man all engaged. I told her we was going to have a fair, and she said right off she wanted to come.”
Abby Daggett laid her warm plump hand on Mrs. Black’s arm.
“I dunno when I’ve took such a fancy to anybody at first sight,” she said musingly. “She’s what I call a real sweet girl. I’m just going to love her, I know.”
She gazed beseechingly at Mrs. Solomon Black.