Betty commanded, bursting into Connie's room and discovering her curled up comfortably on the bed, while Angela, sitting Turk fashion on the window seat, was devouring crackers and peanut butter sandwiches.
Pausing now with one half way to her mouth, she drawled:
"Oh, Betty, you're so energetic, I don't want to go, I'm much too tired."
She received no sympathy, however; instead, she was dragged ruthlessly to her feet and admonished:
"Too lazy you mean, and too full of peanut butter; no, Angela, it is my painful duty to save you from growing hideously fat." And Betty, as though the subject was settled, turned her attention to Connie. But Connie offered no opposition.
"I'll come with pleasure," she assured her. "Anything would be better than watching Ange stuff."
Lois had proceeded to some of the other rooms and found their occupants only too eager for something to do.
"I can't find Polly Pendleton," she called as Betty joined her, still holding tightly to the re