"She thinks she can have more fun with us four girls this summer. Still,
she should go if her folks wish her to do so," nodded Hazel thoughtfully.
"Don't you say so, Buster?"
"No, I don't," declared Margery with some warmth. "In her place I should
do just what I liked best. Then again, it wouldn't be fair for Tommy to go
away like that and leave us all alone here to mope through the summer.
That's right, Tommy. Tell them you won't go unless--unless you can take us
along too."
"Margery!" rebuked Hazel severely. "That wasn't a nice thing to say. That
shows a selfish spirit. If Harriet were here I know she would tell you the
same thing. I am sure you didn't mean it that way."
"Harriet wouldn't," protested Buster. "She doesn't put on a solemn face
and read people lectures. No, Hazel Holland, she doesn't do anything of
the sort. There's some one coming," exclaimed the girl, suddenly changing
the subject.
"I see her. It is Miss Elting," answered Hazel, her eyes growing bright.
"She is coming up to see us, I do believe."
"Yeth, it'th Mith Elting," decided Grace, screwing up her little face and
looking inquiringly at the newcomer who was leisurely making her way along
the road in their direction. 441 wonder what she wantth."
"Miss Elting is coming up to join us, of course," replied Hazel.
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