"I think this is a darling place and I'm having the time of my
life. I wonder who he is?"
"He seemed kind of scared just now, didn't he!" chuckled Mollie,
feeling her shoe to see if it was drying out any. "It was funny the
way he bolted out of the room."
"Poor old dear-- no wonder he was scared," commented Grace, as she
took off her hat and tried to do something with her hopelessly
bedraggled locks. "The way we look we're enough to scare anybody. Oh,
dear, hasn't any one a comb?"
"Why, of course, we carry a complete beauty parlor outfit just for
your benefit, dear," giggled Mollie. "The rest of us don't need it
though. We are too beautiful naturally."
"You know I like him a lot, the queer little man, I mean," said Amy,
evidently following out her own train of thought. "He seems kind of
fussy and peculiar but he has an awfully nice smile."
"Trust Amy to find the smile," said Betty, putting an arm fondly about
the younger girl. "And of course we all like him," she added
seriously. "If it hadn't been for him we probably wouldn't be feeling
so happy right now.
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