The Outdoor Girls at Rainbow Lake

"I guess she means that box of chocolates," murmured Mollie. "It's no use, Amy, for Grace finished the last of them long before Betty blew in on us- or should I say drifted? Really, it's too warm to do more than drift to-day." "You finished the last of the candy yourself!" exclaimed Grace, with spirit. If Grace had one failing, or a weakness, it was for chocolates. "I did not!" snapped Mollie. Her own failing was an occasional burst of temper. She had French blood in her veins- and not of French lilac shade, either, as Betty used to say. It was of no uncertain color- was Mollie's temper- at times. "Yes, you did!" insisted Grace. "Don't you remember? It was one with a cherry inside, and we both wanted it, and-- " "You got it!" declared Mollie. "If you say I took it-- " "That's right, Grace, you did have it," said gentle Amy. "Don't you recall, you held it in one hand behind your back and told Billy to choose?" Billy was Mollie's "chummy" name. "That's so," admitted Grace. "And Mollie didn't guess right.