“You mean for Christmas?”
“Yes.”
Blue Bonnet was immensely interested, offering to help sort and asking any number of questions about the girls. “Couldn’t I go with you some time, Aunt Lucinda?” she asked. “I’ve never been to a place of that kind—and mayn’t I send them something, too?”
“I should be very glad to have you, Blue Bonnet.”
“What lots of things there are to do—in the world; and such a little time for the Christmas things,” Blue Bonnet said, thoughtfully.
“There is always a year between one Christmas and the next,” her aunt answered.
“But not between now and this coming Christmas. And those hateful exams sticking themselves in between. It ought to be against the law—having examinations at holiday time.” Blue Bonnet rumpled up her hair impatiently.
Her grandmother looked amused. “The school laws, as revised by Miss Elizabeth Blue Bonnet Ashe, should prove interesting reading.”
“But if I don’t pass—it’ll just spoil being a ‘We are Seven’!” Blue Bonnet insisted.
“Then—screw not only your courage but your attention to the sticking point, and you’ll not fail,” Miss Lucinda counselled.