Whereupon the group of extras were sharp bitten by the envy of these two strangers, spoken to so familiarly by Luck Lindsay.
"Do you know, I feel sure the boys are being held in the lost-child place at the police station!" Rosemary Green, twinkled her brown eyes at him from between strands of crinkly brown hair.

"I had tags all fixed, with name, age, owner's address and all that, and I was going to hang them around the boys' necks with pale blue ribbon--pale blue would be so becoming! But do you know, I couldn't find them! I feel worried.

I should hate to waste thirty-nine cents worth of pale blue ribbon.

I can't wear it myself; it makes me look positively swarthy." Rosemary Green had a most captivating way of saying swarthy.
The corners of Luck's mouth came up instantly.

"We'll have to send out scouting parties.