Betty, too, was as much puzzled as herself.
"I declare," she said, when appealed to, "I don't know what to tell you, Lloyd.

It's going to be such a dull summer with everybody gone, and Alex Shelby is so nice in every way, it does seem unfair for you to have to put such a desirable companionship from you just on account of another girl's jealousy.

On the other hand, Bernice is an old playmate, and you can't very well ignore the claims of such a long-time friendship.

She has misjudged and misrepresented you, and the opportunity is yours, if you will take it, to show her how mistaken she is in your character." Now, as Lloyd reached the end of the avenue and stopped in front of the gate, her face brightened.

Katie Mallard was hurrying down the railroad track, waving her parasol to attract her attention.
"I can't come in," she called, as she came within speaking distance.
"I'm out delivering the most informal of invitations to the most informal of garden-parties to-morrow afternoon.