“She nearly yelled herself hoarse this afternoon,” said Cal. “Did you see her, Hoop?”
“Yes, and once she was jumping up and down like an Indian. I guess she’s the most enthusiastic rooter we’ve got.”
“The Obnoxious Kid,” murmured Spud.
“Obnoxious nothing!” objected Sandy indignantly. “She’s all right!”
And West House agreed to a man.
[CHAPTER XVI]
THE PIPPIN CLUB IS FORMED
The next afternoon, a warm Sunday, a strange thing happened. West House in full force filed out of the gate, along the road and in through the entrance to the Curtis place. The invitation had been delivered by Molly after church at noon, with Miss Matilda standing watchfully by and Miss Lydia beaming and nodding over her shoulder. It was a momentous event, for nothing of the sort had ever happened before in the history of West House. The boys had attired themselves in their Sunday best and were a very meek and well-behaving group as they mounted the porch and rang the bell. Spud pretended to be the victim of a vast and overwhelming terror and grasped Sandy’s arm convulsively when they heard the bell jangle inside.
“I would I were away,” he muttered. “Ah, woe is me!”