There were three soldiers coming down the road, broad-shouldered,
vital looking fellows who swung along toward the astonished girls as
though they owned the world.
"Betty, oh, Betty!" whispered Grace in a tense voice, grasping Betty's
arm so hard it hurt. "It can't be, oh, it can't be the boys!"
But Mollie had broken away from the group and was rushing toward the
soldier lads like the wild little tomboy she was.
"Girls, it's the boys! it's the boys! it's the boys!" she yelled.
"They're all tanned and they're at least ten inches taller, but it's
the boys just the same."
And before any of the other girls knew what she was about she had
kissed each one of them twice and was hanging on the tallest one's
arm, who happened to be Frank, laughing and crying at the same time.
Then the girls seemed to decide that she had had the lads to herself
long enough, and they immediately entered the contest, all laughing at
once, all crying at once, and all talking at once, until it was a
wonder the boys did not lose their heads entirely.
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