“You have been as good as gold,” said Douglas, “and now I am going to buy you some candy,” she added, as the train boy came through crying his wares.
“Choclid?”
“Suppose you have marshmallows instead. They are so much less evident on your countenance,” suggested Helen.
“All right! I’d jest as soon ’cause that nice dirty boy in the mountings kin milk me some choclid out’n the cow whenever I gits hungry.”
“What a filthy trip it has been!” said Cousin Lizzie as she shook the cinders from her black taffeta suit.
“Yes, it is grimy,” declared Helen, “and I came off without my Dorine. I had just got a new one. I do hate to arrive anywhere with a shiny nose. Lend me your vanity box, Douglas, please.”
“Vanity box! I never thought about bringing it. It is packed with the other extra, useless things in Cousin Lizzie’s trunk room. It never entered my head that we would want a vanity box at a mountain camp.”
“Well, I don’t intend to have a shiny nose in a mountain camp any more than any other place. I hate to look greasy.”
“Have a marshmallow,” drawled Nan. “They are great beautifiers.”
So Helen powdered her nose with some of Bobby’s candy, much to the amusement of that infant.