“He has,” answered Judy, perusing her note. “He wishes the honor of my company for a short walk. Evidently they don’t think we have many engagements since they don’t give us time to answer their notes.”
“Judy!”
“Molly!”
The two girls looked at each other for a brief moment and then broke into a laugh.
“Nance’s letter must have been from one of the others, Andy McLean, perhaps, that was why she was so——”
Judy paused. Somehow, it didn’t seem very kind to imply that poor Nance was elated over her first beau.
“Dear, sweet old Nance!” cried Molly, her heart warming to her friend. “She will probably have them by the dozens some of these days.”
“I’m sure I should camp on her trail if I were a man,” said Judy loyally. “But, Molly,” she added, laughing again, “what are we to do about old Mrs. Oldham?”
“Oh, dear! I hadn’t thought of that. And poor Nance would have enjoyed the walk so much more than a learned discourse on woman’s rights.”
Just before supper time Nance burst into the room. She was humming a waltz tune; her cheeks looked flushed, and she went briskly over to the mirror and glanced at her image quickly, while she took off her tam and sweater.