“But, Dick, they have to haggle with the butcher, and baker, and candlestick-maker, and dry-goods clerk. And they have to scrub floors and go out washing, and all that. I am afraid I would rather be Anna Dickinson, even if it is heterodox.”
“And have people laughing about you,” put in Kate, loftily.
“They do not laugh very much when you are a success, I have observed,” was Fan’s reply.
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“O, don’t let us bother about this humbug. We want to talk over the picnic. Annie and Chris Fellows are going, and the Hydes, and the Wests, and the Elsdens. In fact only the nicest people have been asked. We want it to be select. I should have come to you right in the first of it but for the sickness. Mrs. Hyde and Mrs. West are going to take charge of the party. We will have croquet and games, and a little dancing. Longmeadow is such a lovely place! You must go.”
“We shall have to see what mamma says about it,” I made answer, “and if we can be spared.”
“Why, there is Nelly and all the others to help take care of the baby. I am glad we never had any babies to bother with. I should feel dreadfully if I had a sister. Mamma wouldn’t care half so much for me.”
“Mother-love goes around a good ways,” I said, a trifle resentfully.
“Yes. I don’t believe there is another woman in all Wachusett who loves her girls any better than your mother,” spoke up Dick, who always had been mamma’s great admirer. “And on the whole, I don’t know any girls who have a better time at home.”