By the next day the rain had come; and Blue Bonnet, though much better, was kept at home from school. At first, the prospect of a long, idle day was delightful, the only drawback being that it must be passed indoors; but before noontime came, Blue Bonnet was actually wishing that she might go to school.
“Honestly, I’m all right, Grandmother,” she coaxed; “at home, I never stay in on account of rain.”
“Not before to-morrow morning, dear,” Mrs. Clyde answered. “If you are as much better then, you shall go.”
Blue Bonnet stirred impatiently. “I—I just hate having to stay home from school!” she declared.
Miss Clyde looked up from her sewing. “Blue Bonnet, suppose you make out a classified list of all the things you really do hate.”
Blue Bonnet colored. “I don’t believe it would be a very long one,” she said, after a moment.
“Nor I,” her aunt answered.
“I wish I could get word to the girls, maybe some of them would come up after school.”
“I think,” Mrs. Clyde said, “it is a case where mental telepathy will prove quite adequate.”
She was right; the six other members of the “We are Seven’s” appeared in a body, as soon after school as possible.