"Oh, you midget! Are you not asleep yet?" she exclaimed.
"No. I've been thinking of everything. And, Betty, can you go to the party? I went to the May party when I was home, but that was out of doors, and we danced round the May pole."
"The party——"
"Yes, did you ask Aunt Elizabeth?" eagerly.
"Oh, no. I wasn't going to be caught that way. She would have had time to think up ever so many excellent reasons why I shouldn't go. And now Mrs. Morse will take her by surprise, and she will not have any good excuse ready and so she will give in."
"But wouldn't she want you to go?" Doris was rather confused by the reasoning.
"I suppose she thinks I am young to begin with parties. But it isn't a regular grown-up affair. And I am just crazy to go. I'm so glad you did not blurt it out, Doris. I'll give you a dozen kisses for being so sensible. Now lie down and go to sleep this minute."
The child gave a soft little laugh, and a moment later Betty was "cuddling" her in her arms.
The result of Foster Leverett's cogitation over the fire led him to say the next morning to his son:
"Warren, you run on. I have a little errand to do."