"Pick on him," finished Grace. "Only you must remember," she added with a
twinkle, "that he is much more attractive than most--"

"And he never tells us any troubles either," added Mollie, with a chuckle.
"Maybe the boys think that's suspicious."

"Well," said Amy, with a sigh, "I seem to be the only one left out. Nobody
thinks it's worth while to quarrel romantically about me."

The girls laughed, and Grace added with a grimace:

"Goodness, you needn't feel bad about it. It was just your luck that you
didn't meet Will this morning and tell him the awful news, that's all. I
suppose he'd have acted as silly as the rest of them."

"Maybe it's a plant anyway," suggested Mollie dolefully.

"A plant?" queried Betty. "What kind--a flower or a T.N.T. factory?"

"A plot was what I meant," explained Mollie patiently, while the others
chuckled.

"A plot!" repeated Grace, with a return of her drawl. "Heavens, Mollie, if
there is anything in signs you ought to be a great author some day from
the way you're always seeing a plot in everything."

"Thank you, I hope so," said Mollie.

"Well, for goodness' sake get to the point," urged Grace impatiently,
glancing at the clock. "We'll have to dress pretty soon, to go down to