Randy paused for breath, and looking at the pretty, eager face, Helen stooped, and touching the curly head ever so lightly with her lips she said, “Dear Randy, I’ll try to stir things up a bit, and we will see if we cannot have some pleasant times while I am here.”
“Oh, will you?” said Randy, eagerly.
“I never went anywhere ’cept to a sewing-circle once.”
“What will you do?” asked Prue.
“Oh, you shall see,” said Helen, laughingly. “We are planning a picnic now,” said she, “and if we really have it, I’ll invite you, and you shall go with me.”
“With you!” said Randy. “I’d love to, but I shouldn’t look fit,” and she looked admiringly at Helen Dayton’s dainty outing suit, and glanced up at the trim sailor hat perched upon her pretty head.
“Oh, you will look every bit fine enough with a shade hat—we shall all wear broad-brimmed hats—and a clean gingham dress,” said Helen, cheerily.
“But I’ve got nothing but sunbonnets,” said Randy, “’less father will buy me one next time he takes eggs and vegetables to the village. I mean to ask him to if that would be soon enough,” and she looked up eagerly at Helen.
“Oh, yes, indeed,” said Helen, “we’ve planned to have it in about two weeks.”
“I want to go, too,” said little Prue.