"Who says they're coming home?" she asked. "Now you're only guessing."
"Guessing!" cried Betty indignantly. "What do you mean-- guessing? The
war is over, isn't it?"
"Yes; and has been for quite a while," Mollie responded dryly. "But
that doesn't say that the boys are coming home right away----"
"We don't care about the right away," interrupted Amy, with a quiet
happiness in her face that made Betty hug her impulsively. "We can
wait patiently, now that we know they are safe."
"It's all right for you to talk about patience, Amy," retorted Mollie,
throttling her engine and sliding at breakneck speed down a long hill
without the thought of using a brake. A brake to Mollie meant
something to be used at the last minute when she couldn't think of
anything else to do. "You're an angel, but I'm not--"
"No, indeed!" said Grace, so emphatically that the girls in the
tonneau chuckled and Mollie looked at her threateningly.
"For goodness' sake, don't waste time looking at me," Grace pleaded,
as they bounced into a hole in the road and out again, fairly jouncing
the breath from the girls' bodies.
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