"I don't care how many faults I have
if people just won't tell me about them."
"Which reminds me of something," said Mollie with a chuckle.
"Well, don't tell us about it," said Grace hastily. "I'm trying hard to
love you, Mollie, but I can't stand everything--"
"Oh, but it's a joke on me this time," Mollie reassured her, and Grace sat
back with a sigh of relief.
"It happened while we were at Pine Island," Mollie continued with a
chuckle. "I was sitting in the living room playing the piano--"
"Or trying to?" interrupted Grace.
"Or trying to," agreed Mollie with perfect good-nature. "You know my
repertoire consists of two pieces, and I was humming one of them as I
played.
"Frank and Roy were sitting on the steps of the porch outside and I heard
Frank say to Roy very earnestly:
"'Do you know, I think Mollie would have a wonderful voice if she would
only have it cultivated.'"
"Goodness, I thought--" began Grace, but the Little Captain very hastily
pinched her into silence.
"Evidently they thought I couldn't hear them," Mollie continued. "But they
were mistaken, for I heard Roy answer pityingly, 'Say, old man, I've heard
of love being blind before, but here's a case where the poor little god is
deaf.'"
"Mollie," cried Amy, shocked, while the others laughed merrily, "what did
Frank say? Did he stand for that?"
"Most decidedly not," chuckled Mollie. "The last I saw of them, Frank was
leaping a fence, hanging on to Roy's coat tails.
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