The little girls found their sister in her bedroom, getting ready for a drive.
"We've come to ask about the party," said Jill, who always went straight to the point. "We can come into it, can't we?"
Mona laughed, then she sat down in an easy-chair and took Bumps upon her lap.
"I hardly ever see you now," she said; "Miss Falkner keeps you all in such order. Why, Bumps, you are growing quite heavy."
"Yeth," assented Bumps, "I thmashed Polly's head by stepping on it. She's my thecond betht wax-doll, Mona!"
"You'll let us come to the party?" asked Jill persuasively.
"Yes, if you behave nicely. There may be two other children coming. Little Indian nieces of Mrs. Moxon's."
"Heathens?" questioned Jill.
Mona laughed merrily.
"Good gracious, no! What a ridiculous child you are."