Mary Jane dried, her hands and picked up the kite
Mary Jane set down the pail and went on with her washing. "I'm going to," she promised.
Rub-a-dub! Rub-a-dub! Rub-a-dub! went the clothes.
"Mary Jane——"
And this time Mary Jane dried her hands and picked up the kite.
"Tail's too long," she said. "And, by the way, Bobby," she added with a laugh, "what do you think about the Going-To Club now?"
Bobby grinned and hung his head.