The breakfast turned out to be all it should. The ham was cooked to a turn; the egg pone, light and puffy, came to the table hot and delicious; the coffee was perfect; the tomatoes fried brown and surrounded by a tempting gravy. Nan tried to make conversation and her sisters ably assisted her, but the boys were not very responsive, though Nan concluded it was shyness and not pride which prevented them from being more talkative. They escaped as soon as the meal was over and Nan drew a sigh of relief. "They certainly aren't very good company," she remarked. "Jean seems the only one they will have anything to say to."
"You forget she dressed up in her best and entertained them yesterday," said Mary Lee, laughing. "What did you talk about, kitten?"
"Oh, fings to eat, and—and horses and—dogs."
"No wonder then they found something to say," laughed Nan. "Now run along and get ready for school. Mary Lee will start later and I may not get there at all."
"There isn't going to be any school to-day," returned Jean.
"Why not? Who said so?"
"Jack said so."
"How did she find out?"
"I don't know. She said this morning when we were getting dressed that there wasn't going to be any school to-day."
"It isn't a holiday. I'd like to know why," said Nan reflectively. "Are you sure, Jean?"