"What's the matter with the We Are Sevens?" Kitty shouted, and the rest took up the cry:
"Who's all right? We're all right!"
Down the hill they ran merrily, and scrambled into saddles for a wild gallop home. Such news was too good to keep, and before the evening was half spent, arrangements were completed for the coming event, and a letter posted to Blue Bonnet.
And in Boston a young girl awaited the first of April with joy that knew no bounds.
"Only two days more until Uncle Cliff comes, now, Joy," she said, tearing a leaf off from the calendar. "Seems to me I just can't wait. I never was so anxious to see him in my life."
Joy smiled sympathetically.
"It will be lovely," she said. "And you have planned so many things to do, Blue Bonnet. I've been wondering if your uncle will wish to keep all these engagements."
Blue Bonnet turned toward Joy quickly.
"You don't know Uncle Cliff," she said gaily. "He'll have the time of his life. He wrote me that three days were at my disposal; to fill them any way I chose. Want to hear the program?"
"Love to," Joy answered.