“Lovely, yes. Weezy says she likes Manuel because he behaves so well.”
“The little witch!” Pauline rode on several blocks without speaking, and then added, “What will Weezy wear at the street masquerade?”
The two girls were coursing side by side along Alder Street, and were about to cross Summit Avenue over the track of the electric railway. Summit Avenue led down from The Heights, and was at this point very steep.
“I don’t know what she’ll wear, but she has been teasing for two masks, and”—
“Mercy, Molly!” interrupted Pauline in dismay, “see Essie Hobbs! There, there! sitting right between the rails!”
“Forevermore! and the car coming!” gasped Molly, with a horrified glance up the hill. “Run, Essie, run!”
Too startled by the unexpected cry to heed the rumbling of the motor, Essie looked around blinking.
“Run, Essie; do you hear?” shouted Pauline frantically. “Run as fast as you can!”
“‘Stop the car!’ screamed Mollie.”