“Oh, just some of the girls I know,” answered Harry carelessly. But she looked at the boys anxiously. Roy shook his head.
“I guess that lets us out, Harry,” he said. “I wouldn’t dare take Chub into society. He’d probably eat the candles off the cake or drink out of his finger-bowl.”
“Oh, I think that’s mean!” Harry cried disappointedly. “I wanted you to come!”
“Too many girls,” grunted Dick. “Can’t stand them in bunches like that. I get nervous for fear I’ll tread on one of ’em.”
“I tell you what we will do, though,” said Roy. “We’ll give you another birthday party here in camp in the evening, and it’ll be a dandy, too! What do you say to that?”
“Oh, that would be nice!” said Harry rapturously. Then her face fell again. “But I did so want you to come to the Cottage, Roy!”
“Much obliged,” murmured Dick.
“Oh, I meant all of you,” declared Harry, “and you know very well I did.”
“I’m not afraid of a few girls,” said Chub. “I’ll go, Harry.”
“You’ll stay right here,” answered Roy. “I’d just like to see you at a girl’s party!”