Molly was in a measure irritated by Lilian’s criticism of her beloved Nance, but Lilian was a person who always spoke her mind no matter what was involved, and she had a certain sturdiness and honesty of opinion that disarmed one.
“Well, that’s all right,” she answered bluntly, “but while she is being so unselfish about her clothes, why doesn’t she spunk up a bit about the ‘Would-be Authors?’”
“What about them?”
“Why, postponing the meeting because she is in such deep grief.”
“That wasn’t Nance. I am responsible for that foolishness. She only found out about it to-day and declares she will go back to Vermont if I dare make a single change in my way of living. I want all of you to get messages to the club to be sure and come this evening.”
“Bully for Nance!” cried Billie McKym.
Nance came into the room just as Billie was cheering her.
“I’m mighty glad it’s bully for me, if I’m the Nance. But why ‘Bully for Nance’?”
“Just because you are here with Mrs. Green and can come to our literary club this evening,” said Billie with a straight face.
“But I am no scribbler,” declared Nance.