Two days later, Anstice reminded them that the month was up. She told the little girls this at the luncheon table.
Josie nodded gravely.
"Yes, me and Georgie made a tick in our calendar. Ruffie said we weren't to say anything about it, but we meant to. We aren't going to do what Ruffie says."
"Well, is it necessary to have another pow-wow?"
"Oh yes, that's fun! May we have it to-night?"
"Certainly. At six o'clock."
"I don't mean to paint up so much," Georgie announced. "It hurts scraping it off!"
So that evening the pow-wow was held, and the fire was lighted in the library, and three earnest-faced children sat round it with Anstice.
Josie was the first one to speak.
"We don't want to fight you," she said; "and you've given us a lot of nice things. Ruffie has got his chair, and Georgie and me our sitting-room, and our lessons aren't half bad now. I think we'll go on as we are."