"I've eaten so
many chocolates this week that I've had indigestion and mother
threatened to cut down my allowance."
"Goodness, it's my allowance that suffers," retorted Grace, ruefully,
"since it is my candy that you eat."
"Stop quarreling, girls, and answer my question," said Betty, sitting
up straight and regarding delightedly a vista of flying hills and
woodland greenery. "I asked you a few minutes ago if you had ever seen
so wonderful a day?"
"Yes, plenty of 'em," returned Mollie, as she took a sharp curve on
two wheels. "If you weren't too lazy to notice anything, Betty Nelson,
you would see that there is a storm coming up. Look at those clouds
over there in the east."
"Oh, you're a kill-joy!" cried Betty, cocking an optimistic eye up at
the sky. "It's only one teeny little cloud anyway, and who cares for
clouds when the boys are coming home?"
Both Amy and Grace felt a breathless little tug at their hearts at the
joyful challenge in Betty's words, but Mollie, with a perverseness
that was sometimes characteristic of her, refused to be too happy.
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