"Foolish!" said Jo affectionately as she rubbed her fresh cheek against the older one. "How many times do I have to tell you that a good turn always deserves another! Think what you did for me! We saw Nan and Frank just now," she added, with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh, didn't we just!" agreed Sadie. "You'd never guess what they were doing, Aunt Emma!"
"What were they doing?" asked Miss Emma, an arm about each of the girls.
"They were walking along Main Street, looking in furniture stores," giggled Jo. "They were so absorbed they didn't even see us!"
"At that, Nan might do worse," remarked Sadie enigmatically. "Frank's an awfully nice boy."
"So is Fred Fielding," remarked Miss Emma, playfully pinching Sadie's cheek. "And," turning to Jo, "I've never remarked anything particularly wrong with Dodd Martyn, either!"
Across Miss Emma, Jo's eyes and Sadie's met. They smiled.
"Yes," sighed Sadie, "they are both nice boys."
Jo nodded profoundly.
"They are both awfully nice boys!" she said. "Especially Dodd!"