“Holidays? That’s what I want to see you about. Mother says I may bring you home for the holidays. Of course, you’ll come?”
“Home-for-the-holidays.” Mimi repeated slowly. “What is this a frame up or a song?”
“A what?”
“It is funny,” Chloe was smiling now. “You see, Betsy, Sue asked her, you ask her, I ask her! Whew! Is she popular?”
“Please—” Mimi was embarrassed. “You are all honeys to want me. I still think you’re kidding!”
“We are not,” said Sue having arrived in time to hear the last of the discussion. “We want you. But remember, you’ve promised me.”
“What we should have,” Mimi said suddenly inspired, “is a house party! Then we could all be together. A progressive house party. Oh, if Mother Dear were only home!”
For several days the girls buzzed with ideas about a house party but as Mimi disgustedly phrased it they, “got no where fast.” However, Sue’s mother, as Mothers often do these days, had followed Sue’s instructions to the letter.
After calling Mimi on the carpet, not the magic carpet by any chance, and impressing upon her what a trying position the school would be in if anything should happen to her, Mimi received permission.
Now on the day before departure she was stacking out her things to pack.