Amy
seemed to have recovered her spirits, and the girls made no reference to
the little tragedy which they knew would soon become public property.
"So you are really determined to go off on that walking trip?" asked
Will, who had floated back to join Mollie.
"We certainly are. Why, don't you think we can do it?"
"Perhaps. But I think you'll run at the sight of the first tramp--or cow;
and as for a storm--good night!"
"Thank you--for nothing!" and Mollie's dark eyes had little of fun in
them as they looked into those of Will Ford.
Eventually Will and Frank left them, and the girls continued on until
they reached Mollie's house.
"Come in," she invited. "I know they baked to-day, and we'll have a cup
of tea and some cake. It will refresh us."
"I ought to be going--home," said Amy, with a little hesitating pause at
the word "home."
"Oh, do come in!" begged the French girl.
As they entered the yard the twins, hand in hand and solemn-eyed, came
down the walk to meet them.
"Oh, the dears!" gushed Grace.
"Isn't she too sweet," whispered Betty, as she caught up Dodo.
"And in need of soap and water, as usual," commented Mollie, drily. "But
Nanette can do nothing with them.
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