THE GIRLS MAKE FRIENDS
Assured that all danger was over, Phil announced that he was going to look over the burned area to find out how extensive it was.
“I’m going too,” declared his brother. “I can tell better than you because I have a better eye for distances.”
“Oh, don’t leave us alone among all these strange men,” pleaded Sallie.
As she heard the words, Joy flushed.
“The men in Washington are just as good—from things I have read they must be better than those in the East, Miss Porter,” she exclaimed defiantly.
Elevating her eyebrows, Sallie was about to retort scathingly, when Ted, who knew his sister’s mannerisms, interposed:
“Joy is right, Sis. The men out here may not be quite so—er—polished as those back East, but their hearts are in the right place and you are perfectly safe with them—and you want to lay aside all your fool notions, or you won’t be popular.”
“Listen to the—” began Sallie, only to be interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Jackson and Chester.
“I wonder if you can make some more coffee?” inquired the former. “Some of the fire-fighters are pretty badly used up. If you can, I will send them up here.”