Blue Bonnet sighed unconsciously.
"I suppose there are, Grandmother," she said, "but—couldn't we just put them off until—well—until Monday?"
CHAPTER II
A WEEK-END
Blue Bonnet came down to breakfast Monday morning a trifle uncertain as to whether the day was to be pleasant or profitable to her. She had a very clear conviction that it could not be both. In her experience profitable things were stupid—invariably!
It was raining—a condition of weather Miss Clyde hailed with delight.
"Just the very day to go through the linen closet," she said to Blue Bonnet as they rose from the table. "I think we will begin there this morning."
Blue Bonnet looked out at the lowering clouds and followed her aunt meekly. She, too, was glad that it was raining; otherwise she should have longed to be galloping over the country roads on Chula.