"I think this is a darling place and I'm having the time of my life. I
wonder who he is?"

"He seemed kind of scared just now, didn't he?" chuckled Mollie, feeling
her shoe to see if it was drying out any. "It was funny the way he bolted
out of the room."

"Poor old dear--no wonder he was scared," commented Grace, as she took off
her hat and tried to do something with her hopelessly bedraggled locks.
"The way we look we're enough to scare anybody. Oh, dear, hasn't any one a
comb?"

"Why, of course, we carry a complete beauty parlor outfit just for your
benefit, dear," giggled Mollie. "The rest of us don't need it though, We
are too beautiful naturally."

"You know I like him a lot, the queer little man, I mean," said Amy,
evidently following out her own train of thought. "He seems kind of fussy
and peculiar but he has an awfully nice smile."

"Trust Amy to find the smile," said Betty, putting an arm fondly about the
younger girl. "And of course we all like him," she added seriously. "If it
hadn't been for him we probably wouldn't be feeling so happy right now."

"Yes, we would probably be in some hospital with our unhappy relatives
weeping over our mangled remains," said the irrepressible Mollie, and
laughed at the shriek that went up at her gruesome remark. "There probably
wouldn't have been enough of us left to recognize," she added by way of
good measure, and they shrieked again.