I'd love to come," stammered Ruth.

She could scarcely believe that this dainty little girl who wore such pretty clothes had actually invited her to dinner at Morton House.
"Did you have a good time, Ruth ?" asked Miriam, as they started for home late that afternoon.
"Don't ask her," interposed Anne mischievously.

"She forsook me and hob-nobbed openly all afternoon with that curly-haired girl, Miss Thayer.

I am terribly jealous, and there is a deadly gleam in my eye." "Please, don't think, Anne----" began Ruth nervously, looking distressed.
"I am past thinking," retorted Anne melodramatically.

"The time for action has come.