The gay-colored hammock had been hung on the sunny side of the house, and the three little friends sat swinging and talking, and soon they had planned enough doings to occupy a month, instead of a week.
They were talking of Lena, and Leslie, when Sprite asked:
"When have you seen Gwen Harcourt?"
"They haven't seen me for ever so long!" cried an answering voice, and Gwen appeared around the corner, laughing saucily, because she had been listening, and had heard Sprite's question.
Of course she had some very large stories to tell regarding the private school that she was attending, and her classmates there.
"I wouldn't care to go to any other school," she said, "and I love to take the train every morning. I'd stay at home some days if I was near school and walked, but I like to ride on the trains so I never miss a day.
"Guess what I did just now," she said, laughing as if to imply that what she had done was an absolutely clever joke.
"What did you do?" Polly asked, not because she really cared, but rather from curiosity as to what especially abominable thing it had pleased Gwen to do.
Gwen never waited to be urged.
Seating herself on the piazza, railing, she swung her legs as she recounted the morning's happenings, making the list as long as possible.