Not until the west was all aglow and the wind sweeping down from the hills too keen and nipping, did the “We are Seven’s” and their especial friends turn their faces homewards.
At the Clyde gate the club members turned in, slipping in at the side door and straight on up to Blue Bonnet’s room. She had spread most of her gifts out on her bed, trying to realize them that way.
“But I can’t—yet,” she said now. “I wonder if anyone ever felt as rich as I do.”
“Not everyone has such cause,” Debby answered. All of the others had fared well; but, as Kitty put it, it almost seemed as if Blue Bonnet had fared too well for her own good. “You haven’t anything left to want for,” she insisted.
“I don’t want Uncle Cliff to go West.”
“Nor do we,” Ruth laughed.
“Let’s talk about the party,” Amanda suggested; for Blue Bonnet’s party was to be on Thursday night. “Who’s coming, Blue Bonnet?”
“You all:—”
“I should rather think so,” Kitty remarked.
“And Alec and his cousin, and a lot of the other boys and girls. Some of them I don’t know very well.”