"
"Imagined it!" sniffed Betty. "If I thought I had an imagination like
that I'd write books or something."
"I wish I knew what the something stood for," said Frank, laughing at
her. "It must be good."
"I imagine it would be," said Betty, laughing back at him, "if I only
knew myself."
"Stop fooling, you two, and help us think of something," Mollie
demanded. "We can't stand here and admire the view all day."
"What would you suggest?" Frank asked politely. "We are willing to give
weighty consideration to anything you say."
Mollie looked weakly about her for support. "Grace, can't you do
anything with him?" she pleaded. "He does nothing but talk nonsense all
day long."
"And just after he's paid you a compliment," Grace drawled. "I wonder
you call that nonsense."
Mollie had opened her mouth for a stinging rejoinder, but before she
could voice it there came a disturbance from a new and unexpected
quarter. The bushes parted and two figures emerged--a young man and a
girl.
Astonishment held the little group motionless, but the strangers, or so
they appeared, stepped forward impulsively.
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