“But you tell me Paul is to have a good portion of the honey; ’tis hardly fair we Fosters should come,” he replied, and then added quickly, “But why not let us have the neighbors, and divide the honey that is left after the party?”
“Why, yes, sir; I think that will be a good plan,” responded Rebby soberly, “and perhaps Luretta will go with us to ask the neighbors.”
Mr. Foster nodded again, whistling softly to himself, and as the little girls bade him a polite “Good-morning” and went on toward his house they could hear his whistle ring above the sound of his hammer.
Luretta came running to meet them.
“I was just coming to your house to thank you for Trit. Oh, Anna! You are the bravest girl in the settlement. Paul says you are. And to think you caught the rabbit for me.” Luretta, quite out of breath, with her arm across Anna’s shoulders, looked admiringly at her friend.
“It’s only fair,” Anna replied, “because I lost yours.” And then Anna had to tell again the story of her capture of Trit. Luretta listened eagerly. “I do wish I could have been with you, Danna,” she said. But Anna shook her head. “The boat would have sunk,” she responded soberly.
Mrs. Foster thought the plan for a honey party an excellent idea, and promised to come in good season; and Luretta was greatly pleased to go with her friends to invite the neighbors.
“Will not Lucia Horton be pleased when we tell her about the honey?” said Anna.
Rebecca stopped suddenly. “We are not to ask the Hortons,” she announced.
“Not ask Lucia! Why not?” questioned Anna, while Luretta looked at Rebby with wondering eyes.