"Miss Burton, we don't insist that our honorary member shall perform,
but we'd like it if you would," said Betty.
Miss Burton smiled good-naturedly. "I would tell you a story,
only I am afraid our Western member would be too stiff to move if
she sat through it. How would you like to postpone my part of the
program until after school some day, and then come and have a cup
of chocolate with me?"
"Oh, lovely!" cried Dorothy, always ready for anything that Miss
Burton proposed.
As she spoke a sound as of some one sliding came from behind the
big rock, and then a low but unmistakable chuckle.
"It's some of those horrid boys," said Dorothy tragically.
The girls tore off caps and sashes, but before they could wholly
divest themselves of their gypsy appearance two heads peered around
the rock and a pleading voice said, "Please, may we come in?"
"Indeed you may not," cried Dorothy, quite white with anger. "I
think you're the meanest boy I ever saw, Frank Marshall, and you're
not one bit better, Bert. Between you, you always spoil all my good
times. I think it's the most despicable thing to spy on people,
and----"
There was such a sudden stillness about her that Dorothy became
conscious of Miss Burton's troubled expression and Ruth's surprised
face.
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