"
Betty laughed delightedly.
"How very complimentary," she said, with a droll twist to the corner of
her mouth. "Never mind, Mollie, it's worth a quarter just for seeing
crooked!"
Mollie hugged her, and even Grace had to laugh.
"Which reminds me," continued Betty, apropos of nothing at all, "that we
have a whole holiday which we can spend just exactly as we please."
"Yes, where shall we go?" cried Amy eagerly. "I thought maybe we could
take Mollie's car and--and--"
Three pairs of curious eyes were focused upon her as she hesitated.
"And what?" they queried in chorus.
"Well, I thought," continued Amy, a little shy, as she always was when
about to suggest something for another's comfort, "I thought we might
invite Mrs. Sanderson to go along."
"Good for you, Amy dear," cried Betty eagerly. "That's just exactly what I
was thinking. The dear old lady seemed so much better yesterday I thought
we might persuade her to share our picnic with us. How about it, Mollie?"
"Why, of course," answered the latter heartily, "I'd love to have her--if
she'd come."
"If she'd come?" repeated Amy, puzzled. "Why shouldn't she come--that is,
if she's feeling strong enough?"
"Well," explained Mollie, with a little smile as she recalled one of the
many unusual conversations she had had with the little old woman, "she
told me the other day that she 'hated them gasoline wagons worse than
poison,'--that the only reason she rode in ours was because she was
unconscious when we put her in and she couldn't help herself.
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