The ever-present amateur photographer had thought so too,
apparently, and from his position in the street, he had already
aimed his detective camera at them, when Alan discovered him and
gave the alarm, only just in time to prevent his stolen success.
Polly and Jean walked home with the Hapgoods in the early
twilight, and, refusing Mrs. Hapgood's invitation to go into the
house, the girls settled themselves on the two high-backed seats
at either side of the broad front porch, and gave themselves up to
the luxury of talking over the event of the day.
"It must be fun to be able to have company, and do it up in such
splendid style as Mrs. Lang does," said Jean a little enviously,
as she pulled out the bunch of pink clover she had worn at her
belt.
"It was lovely, wasn't it?" assented Molly. "Mrs. Lang doesn't do
it often, but when she does have a party, it is always perfect."
"After all," said Katharine, "it's all from the outside, somehow.
I don't know whether you understand what I mean, but I know,
myself."
"I'm glad you do, Kit," said her sister disrespectfully; "for it's
certain that nobody else does. Remember that we are young, and
explain yourself a little."
"I did really mean something, Jessie," said Katharine.
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