“However,” said Milly, “if Sally would really like to accept your invitation, we can go to the movies some other time.”
There was a pause, for Sarah was not sure what her friend wanted her to say; and then Ben broke the silence by pounding the porch-rail with his fist. “By jiminy, girls are funny creatures, aren’t they? They’re crazy to come, but they don’t want to admit it.”
“Oh!” began Milly. But Tuckerman interposed.
“The funnier people are, the pleasanter it is to be with them. We do need the company of ladies on our island. We’ve only been seeing each other, and sandpipers and gulls. It would be doing us a great favor if these two ladies would come and freshen us up.”
“Well,” said Sarah, charmed by this gallant speech, “I’d be glad to come. It’ll be a perfect evening.”
Milly got up from the hammock. “I’ll contribute a box of fudge.”
“That’s all that’s needed to make it complete,” said Tuckerman.
The girls went indoors, Milly to tell her mother about the party, and Sarah to telephone to her house.
“Now,” said Tuckerman, on the porch, “we’ve got to give them as good a time as they’d have had at the movies.”
“Milly wanted to come all along,” said Tom. “Why didn’t she say so?”