"If you don't look out you will give the impression that you're rather
fond of that worthless old brother of yours, honey."
"I love him awfully," replied Grace, adding with a little puckering of
her forehead: "But I am going to tell you something, Betty, that I
wouldn't tell to any one else for the world. I'm jealous, actually
jealous! of Amy."
Betty gave a merry little laugh and slipped an arm about her chum.
"Gracie dear, we never would have known that if you hadn't told us,"
she said dryly, "Don't, you know," as Grace looked at her
reproachfully, "that we have all been perfectly well aware of that
ever since Will first began to make eyes at Amy?"
"I can't help it," Grace retorted, while sudden tears sprang to her
eyes. "I've known him longer than she has, and we've loved each other
ever since he was two and I was two weeks! Did you see the way he
looked at her?" she finished dolefully.
"Yes. But of course you couldn't see the way he looked at you," said
Betty quickly. "And I did."
"Oh, did he look glad to see me? Did he?" demanded Grace with pathetic
eagerness.
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