"Haven't you forgotten something, Blue Bonnet?" her grandmother asked.
Blue Bonnet looked puzzled. "Do you mean hats? I'd much rather go without one, if you don't mind, Grandmother."
But it was not hats that Grandmother was thinking of; gradually it dawned on Blue Bonnet that the other girls were not making ready for the excursion, but were gathering up the dishes and clearing the table. She flashed a reproachful look at them.
"You might let those wait," she protested.
Grandmother smiled. "You do surely belong to the 'land of poco tiempo,' Blue Bonnet."
"But the dishes will keep—"
"And so will the Spring!"
The girl gave a discouraged sigh; it was a pity Grandmother had not been brought up in Texas; then she would have understood what were the really necessary things in life. She nodded wistfully at the boys. "Grandmother believes in every girl's doing her duty," she said.
"We'll have the manager hold the performance," said Knight cheerfully. "We'll be back in half an hour,—Carita can go by that time, too."
Blue Bonnet brightened visibly at this, and turned resolutely to the hated tasks.