"You are a sight yourself, Buster. Your face is as red as a beet. I wish
you might see yourself in a looking glass."
Buster tossed her head disdainfully. "I'm not a sight," she declared.
"I'll leave it to Tommy if your face isn't positively crimson." But Tommy
was too fully absorbed in her present occupation to give heed to the
remark. "I'm sorry Harriet isn't here," continued Hazel, seeing that Tommy
had not heard her.
"Why isn't she here?" asked Margery.
"Harriet is helping her mother," replied Hazel. "She always has something
to do at home. She is a much better girl than either you or I, Buster.
Harriet is always thinking of others instead of herself."
"Well, she's older. She is sixteen and I am only fourteen. By the time I'm
her age I will settle down, too," declared Margery wisely.
"Wearing spectacles and darning socks," smiled Hazel.
Margery shook her head vehemently.
"Wouldn't it be awful!" she queried.
"Oh, I am not so sure of that," replied Hazel. "I like to keep house.
Every girl ought to know all about housekeeping. Do you know how to cook?"
"No. I don't want to know either, not even plain cooking," retorted
Margery. "Plain cooking may be all right for plain people, but----"
"Buster!" rebuked Hazel. "I am amazed to hear you talk that way.
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