“We’re going to to-morrow,” Debby said; “and let’s have a good long ride Friday and Saturday, too.”
“Wouldn’t it be wiser to get together one afternoon and study up?” Sarah suggested. “I’m weak in my algebra.”
“You’re a great deal weaker in your ideas of how a holiday should be spent!” Blue Bonnet exclaimed. “Oh, I forgot! Grandmother will be waiting! Good-bye, everybody—and some of you take prompt measures with Sarah if she starts any more such horrid schemes!”
Blue Bonnet found Mrs. Clyde waiting in the sitting-room, while Denham drove slowly back and forth before the door.
“I’m so sorry!” Blue Bonnet apologized. “I’ll be ready in no time, Grandmother.”
She settled herself back beside her grandmother presently with one of her little sighs. “It’s been such a tiresome day!”
“And the trouble, Blue Bonnet?”
“Me—mostly,” the girl answered, with the frankness that was apt to prove disarming.
“I reckon so. I surely have ‘relapsed’ a lot to-day; but it won’t happen again—before next Monday. Grandmother, won’t all the best turkeys be gone by now?”