The girl named Alice looked around quickly, but apparently she did not choose to see Molly, and as the car moved off she began laughing and talking in a very sprightly and vivacious manner.
Molly sighed. The longer an apology is delayed the more trivial and insignificant it becomes.
“He probably has forgotten all about it,” she thought. “He seems happy enough with Alice, whoever she is. Perhaps what I said hurt me more than it did him, but, oh, I do wish I had seen him before he went away. It would have been different then, I’m sure.”
She followed Judy into the flower store. Mrs. McLean was there with Andy.
“Why, here are two lassies left over!” cried the good woman.
“What luck, mother!” said Andy. “Now we’ll have some fun. We’ll give a dinner and a dance, and Larry and Dodo will come over. We will, won’t we, mother?”
“What a coaxer you are, Andy. You’re still a lad of ten and not nineteen, I’m sure.”
“Don’t you let him persuade you to give parties when you’re not of a mind to do it, Mrs. McLean,” put in Judy.
“I wouldn’t miss the chance, my dear. I like it as much as he does. We’ll have it to-morrow night and you’ll come prepared to be as merry as can be and cheer up the doctor. He has been so busy of late he has forgotten how to enjoy himself.”
“It doesn’t look as if we were going to spend such a quiet Christmas after all, Judy,” laughed Molly, when Mrs. McLean and Andy had gone.