been trying to get you for
the last half hour. What's that? You've been home all morning twiddling
your thumbs and wondering what to do with yourself? Of course! I knew it
was central's fault all the time! Now listen! Goodness, what are you
having over at your house? A jazz dance or something? I can hardly hear
you speak for the noise."

"No, it isn't a dance," came back Mollie's voice wearily from the other
end of the wire. "It's just the twins. They want to talk to you. Hold
the wire a minute while I shut them in the other room."

Followed a silence during which Betty Nelson could distinctly hear the
wails of Mollie's little brother and sister as they were ushered
forcibly into an adjoining room. Then Mollie's voice again at the phone.

"Hello," she said. "Still there, Betty? Guess I can hear you a little
better now. Mother's out, and I've been taking care of the twins. Just
rescued the cat from being dumped head down in the flour barrel."

"Sounds natural," laughed the dark-haired, pink-cheeked one, as she
visualized Mollie's little brother and sister, Dodo and Paul. They were
twins, and always in trouble.

"Anything special you called up about?" asked Mollie's voice from the
other end of the wire. "Want to go for a ride or something?"

"Not the kind of ride you mean," said the brown-eyed, pink-cheeked one,
with a knowing little smile on her lips.

At the lilt in her voice Mollie, at her end of the wire, sat up and
stared inquiringly into the black mouth of the telephone.

"Betty," she said hopefully, "you are hiding something from me. You
have something up your sleeve."

"You're right and wrong," giggled Betty. "I'm hiding something from you,
but I can't get it up my sleeve, it's too big!"

"Hurry up!" commanded Mollie in terrific accents. "Are you going to tell
me what's on your mind, Betty Nelson?"

"When will you be around?" countered Betty.

"In five minutes."

"Good!"

"Betty, wait! Is it good news?"

"The best ever," and Betty rang off.

She twinkled at the telephone for a minute, then called another number.

"That you, Gracie?"

The fair-haired, tall, and very graceful girl at the other end of the
wire acknowledged that it was.

"Please suggest something interesting, Betty," she added plaintively, as
she took a chocolate from the ever-present candy box and nibbled on it
discontentedly. "I woke up with the most awful attack of the blues this
morning."

"What, with a whole summer full