“We don’t,” grunted David.
“She knows we don’t,” said Tom. “I say, Milly, what’s your game?”
“Game?” Milly wrinkled her pretty nose. “I don’t know what you mean!” She glanced again at Tuckerman. “Boys are funny creatures, aren’t they?”
The boys came down from the rail with one accord. Indignant replies were on the tongues of each; but Milly pointed beyond them at the lane. “Here comes Sarah Hooper now,” she said. “It’s just possible I can get her to change our date.”
Up the path came the black-eyed girl, a yellow sweater on her arm. “Hello, everybody!” she sang out, as she reached the porch. “What is it? An experience meeting?”
“They want me to go to supper with them on Mr. Tuckerman’s island,” said Milly. “I told them I had a date with you.”
“Perhaps Miss Sarah Hooper will join the party,” Tuckerman added promptly. “We’d like her to.”
“Fine!” exclaimed Sarah. “I don’t know why I shouldn’t.”
“Milly said,” put in Tom, “that you and she were going to a new movie.”
A glance passed from Sarah to Milly, and Sarah nodded her head. “That’s so,” she agreed. “I do remember we were.”