"Don't you suppose," Mrs. Wendell asked Betsy, "that you and Molly could
go home with the Vaughans? They're here in their big wagon. You could
sit on the floor with the Vaughan children."
Betsy and Molly thought this would be great fun, and agreed
enthusiastically.
"All right then," said Mrs. Wendell. She called to a young man who stood
inside the building, near an open window: "Oh, Frank, Will Vaughan is
going to be in your booth this afternoon, isn't he?"
"Yes, ma'am," said the young man. "His turn is from two to four."
"Well, you tell him, will you, that the two little girls who live at
Putney Farm are going to go home with them. They can sit on the bottom
of the wagon with the Vaughan young ones."
"Yes, ma'am," said the young man, with a noticeable lack of interest in
how Betsy and Molly got home.
"Now, Betsy," said Mrs. Wendell, "you go round to that booth at two and
ask Will Vaughan what time they're going to start and where their wagon
is, and then you be sure not to keep them waiting a minute."
"No, I won't," said Betsy. "I'll be sure to be there on time."
She and Molly still had twenty cents to spend out of the forty they had
brought with them, twenty-five earned by berry-picking and fifteen a
present from Uncle Henry. They now put their heads together to see how
they could make the best possible use of their four nickels.
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