"
"That's right, too," Mollie reluctantly conceded. "Just the same I hope
they haven't forgotten they are due here at six-thirty to wipe the
dishes. There is _such_ a pile of them!"
"Methinks," Grace announced solemnly, "that even at this moment I hear
the sound of approaching footsteps."
"How can you hear footsteps on the grass?" Mollie demanded rudely. "You
must have better ears than I have."
"Of course I have," Grace retorted calmly. "I knew that long ago."
Before Mollie could answer a head was poked in at the door and an
accompanying voice asked cheerily: "May we come in? Are we on time?"
"You're as welcome as a day in June, Frank," called Betty, as she arose
and started to take the dishes into the kitchen. "We want you to wipe
these for us, and make a fire."
"Anything else?" Frank inquired mildly, while the rest of him followed
his head into the room. "The fellows told me to come on ahead, and say
to you ladies that they would be here as soon as they got through
scouring their frying pan."
"Poor boys," said Amy impulsively. "Why don't they bring the things
here?"
But Mollie's thoughts took another direction.
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