“Oh, I don’t know. I can’t think so crickly. Probably I shall find a lot of things. I’ve a puzzle picture I’ve been saving.”
“Oh, yes, so have I. I forgot them.”
“And I may write to Mr. St. Nick.”
“Then I’ll write to Carter. That’s two things. We might invent a game, Jean; we’ve always intended to and now is our chance.”
“Yes, we might do that.”
Here Mary Lee returned with the boots in her hand. “Florence says she is very sorry she forgot to return them, though it is my opinion she was about to put them on to wear to breakfast.”
“Oh, Mary Lee, you’re so suspicious!” Nan reproved her.
“Well, why were they right there on the floor?”
“Maybe she was going to bring them over to me as she came by.”
“Bah!” exclaimed Mary Lee expressively. She had not much love for Miss Yardley, who, a little older than the Corner girls, treated Mary Lee especially with as magnificent a superiority as her two years’ seniority would allow. “Jo and Danny say they don’t mind the rain at all,” said Mary Lee after a moment, sitting down on Nan’s trunk to watch her sister draw on the boots. “So we’re going into the woods just as usual. We’ve prepared for it and if we get soaking, why, we will just stand it, and when we get back we can put on dry things.”