"Why does he write you two letters that he
knows will both reach you in the same mail, Betty?"
"Just to be original, I suppose," answered Betty, striving to speak calmly
while a hot flush mounted to her forehead. "Anyway," she added lightly, "I
suppose the best way to satisfy our curiosity would be to read our letters
and find out."
"Oh, I forgot," cried Grace, pushing back the covers and slipping out of
bed. "There's just one thing better than reading letters."
"Now what are you after?" cried Mollie despairingly. "Well," she added,
tearing open her letter decidedly, "there's one thing certain,--I'm not
going to wait another minute!"
"Well, nobody asked you to," retorted Grace, slipping back into bed with
the precious candy box under her arm. "And, what's more," she added
threateningly, "if you're going to be uncivil, I won't ask you to share my
candies."
"Goodness! now isn't that the limit?" cried Betty suddenly, and they
looked at her in surprise. She, in her turn, having thought aloud, flushed
and turned back to the letter. "I'm sorry," she stammered. "I really
didn't mean to interrupt you."
"No you don't, Betty Nelson!" cried Mollie, slipping a hand over Allen's
letter and forcing Betty to meet her eyes. "We won't any of us read
another word till you tell us what you were going to say."
"Well, you don't need to," Betty was beginning when she met Mollie's eyes
and laughed resignedly.
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