"And you were going to say I was
so thin that the wind didn't take long to go through me; weren't you?"
challenged Grace.
"Yes, I was, and----"
"Girls--Mollie--Grace!" cried Betty, anxious not to see a quarrel. "What
can I do to pour oil on troubled waters? Let's talk about--Florida."
"Don't pour cod liver oil, whatever you do," said Grace, quickly. "I had
to take some of the horrid stuff the last cough I had, and I can taste
it yet. Where are my chocolates? Oh, thank you, Amy," as the latter
passed them over. "Have some. These have maraschino cherries inside."
"Leave it to Grace to discover something luxurious in the candy line,"
observed Mollie.
"Well, I notice that you're only too glad to eat them," and Grace fairly
snapped out the words.
"Oh, dear! It seems hopeless to keep peace between you two to-day,"
sighed Betty. "Can't you be nice? Especially after Amy has asked us
over here to talk about the trip. Let's talk about----"
"What to wear!" exclaimed Amy, with a bright thought. "You see we'll
have to take two sets of clothing. One to wear until we get to Florida,
and the other after we arrive at the orange grove.
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