think it's so ridiculous and narrow, don't you?"

"I think it's a good deal more ridiculous and narrow," grumbled Mollie,
still hungrily eyeing the rapidly disappearing chocolate, "to keep all the
candies to yourself."

"Oh, goodness! Take one," returned Grace, offering a capacious pocket. "I
didn't know you were such a shy and shrinking little violet, Mollie. You
usually are perfectly capable of helping yourself."

"Well, not out of your fuzzy old pocket," Mollie retorted ungraciously.
"Why didn't you bring the box along?"

Grace eyed her pityingly.

"Wouldn't I look nice," she demanded, "lugging a candy box along to a
bayonet drill?"

"I think you'd probably be exceedingly popular," Betty broke in, with a
chuckle. "You'd have all the boys around you in earnest."

"And then what would Roy say?" teased Amy. "He'd never speak to poor Grace
again."

"Poor Grace, indeed!" sniffed the owner of the name scornfully. "I'd just
like to have anybody try to 'poor Grace' me! He'd never do it a second
time."

"Goodness, don't look so ferocious, Gracie," Mollie soothed her. "Some one
give her another candy--do."