“I’m sorry,” she said, “because I’m so afraid Aunt Matilda will make trouble when she sees that pillow-case.”
“You—you wouldn’t show it to her!” he gasped.
“I wouldn’t want to,” she answered gently, with a shake of her head.
Cal considered a minute. Finally,
“All right,” he muttered ungraciously, “I’ll see about it.”
“Thank you,” she murmured. “And you do want me to play tennis with you, don’t you?”
“I cal’late I’ve got to,” he replied. Then the humor of it reached him and he chuckled. “You’re a pretty smart girl, you are,” he said in grudging admiration. Molly accepted the tribute gravely, but there was a glint of laughter in her blue eyes.
“I cal’late I’ve got some sense,” she replied demurely.
Cal flushed. “If you make fun of me I won’t do it,” he declared aggrievedly.