"Oh, I'm waiting till every one goes when we are to have our fill. You'd better wait till then, too."
"So I intend to do; I shall get much more thereby."
"Greedy. Doesn't the señorita look lovely?"
"Yes, but your mother beats the bunch; she's a daisy in that frock."
"That's what I think," said Nan emphatically with a fond look toward the open door through which could be seen the receiving party.
"Miss Helen is a close second," said Carter with a glance at the little figure with white hair.
"Yes, she is a darling, too," returned Nan.
Carter laughed. "That's one of the things I like about you all; you're so awfully fond of one another and aren't ashamed to show it."
"Why should we be?" Nan's eyes had wandered to where Jack sat. "She is a little rapscallion to go off and leave the salted almonds to take care of themselves. That's just like Jack; she is so eager to help always, but she doesn't stick to things. I'm afraid," continued the girl, "I am a little that way myself, though I am trying to get more stickable. Aunt Helen says that is where girls so often fail. She says they need concentration and that is why she thinks college is good for them. I hate mathematics yet Aunt Helen says I ought to study them particularly just because I don't like to."
"For my part I never find them much of a grind," said Carter. "Look at those youngsters now; you would suppose they were little turtle doves," for the two children, hand in hand, were wandering down the garden walk.