But they were. They held tightly to their covers. Sue went to the foot of the bed, loosened the covers and started reaching for their feet. The fight was on. Zip-whizz! Betsy threw a pillow barely missing Sue’s bobbing head.
The five minute bell rang. Sue gave up.
“Three against one is no fair. I’m going to breakfast and I hope we have waffles and country sausage and maple syrup and pineapple juice and——”
Blam!
Mimi’s pillow struck Sue’s retreating figure.
“Go eat grits! Scram!”
But Sue had roused Mimi. She jumped up.
“Come on let’s go to breakfast. I could dress for my wedding in five minutes.”
When the last bell rang the three were within a half dozen steps of the dining room door. Betsy was pulling the comb through her hair. Chloe was straightening her tie and Mimi was tugging at her stocking but they got in before the door closed.
“Gee! I’m glad we came,” Mimi sighed.