“What do you think?” cried Jean one morning as she came from the big cabin to find Nan drowsily swinging in a hammock under a big butternut tree. “We’re going to have a birthday party, a double one. Day after to-morrow is Dr. Paul’s birthday and it’s Jo’s, too, so we’re going to get up some sort of funny stunts, have a feast, and in the evening a straw ride.”
Nan roused herself. “What kind of stunts?” she asked.
“Oh, almost anything. We are going to dress up in costume, for one thing.”
“Where do we get costumes, pray?”
“Oh, we’ll manage. ’Lish is going to take us all over in the wagon to Davis’s store and we’ll see what we can find.”
“I think that will be fun,” said Nan. She loved this sort of thing.
“Why didn’t you come over where we all were?” asked Jean. “They told me to go find you and tell you about it.”
“How could I know what they were talking about?” returned Nan, getting out of the hammock and making her way to where the group had gathered on the porch.
“Come on, Nan; we missed you,” cried Daniella. “We’re having a lovely time. Where were you?”
“Oh, just over there in the hammock.”