Violet stuck her tongue out at the retreating stiff backs. “Catherine seemed nice enough though.”
“She’s one of my oldest friends,” Grace replied. “Her father’s been in business with mine forever.”
Constance scrunched up her round face, her dark brows nearly meeting above her nose. “Those girls together remind me of someone.”
“The witches from Macbeth?” Grace asked.
Constance raised her finger. “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland!”
“Curiouser and curiouser,” Grace quoted.
“Girls, we have just met the Queen of Hearts and her minions, Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”
“Can we call them ‘Up and Over’?” Violet asked.
They laughed loudly.