It was awfully funny. I
think I laughed for an hour afterward,"
"It was a wonder there was enough of poor Roy left to come home," giggled
Betty. "Frank isn't what you might call gentle, when his temper is
roused."
"Oh, I believe I know when that was now!" exclaimed Grace, with sudden
animation. "It must have been that evening when I was baking biscuits and
I looked out of the window and saw Roy. He looked like a tramp, hair all
disheveled and face as red as a beat.
"I called to him and asked him if he'd been in a fight or something, and
he just got redder than ever and backed off into the woods.
"I concluded he'd gone suddenly and violently insane, and as the aroma of
nearly burned biscuits filled the air I promptly forgot all about him."
Mollie chuckled.
"There was probably a very good reason for his _backing_ off," she said.
"I shouldn't wonder if after that he kept his meditations to himself."
"Yes," said Grace, with gentle malice, "I've long since concluded that
it's better to keep still about personal matters, no matter what you
think."
"Well, perhaps you have," said gentle Amy with sudden spirit: "But I must
say I never noticed it."
Grace struck a dramatic attitude.
"And you too, Amy?" she cried. "Ah, this is too much--"
"Yes, it's all right, dear," soothed Betty, hastily rescuing a basket.
"But please don't step on the lunch. These baskets cost four dollars and
ninety-eight cents at a bargain sale.
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