"Why this is 'this morning'," Gwen said, pertly.
"It is ten o'clock, and Rose went over to the Sherwood house at eight," the housekeeper said, at the same time stepping back, as if she intended to close the door.
She was free to close it as soon as she chose, for Gwen had turned, and without a word or a glance, raced down the path, out of the gateway and up the beach to join Rose and Polly whom she now saw standing and talking.
"Hello!" she cried, as she drew nearer. "I've been over to 'The Cliffs' to find you, Rose, and then I came here. What you two talking about?"
"Trying to choose what to play," Rose said.
Both wished that Gwen had remained away, but they could not be rude, so she of course would join in the game, whatever it might be. It was a warm morning, and Princess Polly was just thinking that it would be fine to choose a shady spot, and sit there telling fairy tales, but Gwen's arrival made that impossible.
She never cared to listen while someone told a story. To be happy she must be the story teller, and as her stories were always wildly improbable, and always about her silly little self, they were never at all interesting.
For that matter, she was never willing to join in any game unless it was very exciting.
Several games were suggested by Rose and Polly, but to all Gwen shook her head, and refused to play either one of them.
One she thought too stupid, another she declared that she had never liked, and, yet another was "awfully dull" she said.