Babbie looked critically at Babe and Betty. “I shall tell mother that it worked,” she said. “You went to bed at three, and got up at seven this morning to go canoeing. You’ve eaten four meals to-day and as many ices. You’ve been horseback and trolley-riding. You’ve made dozens of calls. It’s now ten p. m., and you’re fresh as the daisies in Oban. How’s that for the Harding cure?”