"'Do you know, I think Mollie would have a wonderful voice if she would
only have it cultivated.'"

"Goodness, I thought--" began Grace, but the Little Captain very hastily
pinched her into silence.

"Evidently they thought I couldn't hear them," Mollie continued. "But they
were mistaken, for I heard Roy answer pityingly, 'Say, old man, I've heard
of love being blind before, but here's a case where the poor little god is
deaf.'"

"Mollie," cried Amy, shocked, while the others laughed merrily, "what did
Frank say? Did he stand for that?"

"Most decidedly not," chuckled Mollie. "The last I saw of them, Frank was
leaping a fence, hanging on to Roy's coat tails. It was awfully funny. I
think I laughed for an hour afterward,"

"It was a wonder there was enough of poor Roy left to come home," giggled
Betty. "Frank isn't what you might call gentle, when his temper is
roused."

"Oh, I believe I know when that was now!" exclaimed Grace, with sudden
animation. "It must have been that evening when I was baking biscuits and
I looked out of the window and saw Roy. He looked like a tramp, hair all
disheveled and face as red as a beat.

"I called to him and asked him if he'd been in a fight or something, and
he just got redder than ever and backed off into the woods.