“It’ll be a real big party, won’t it?” Susy rejoiced. “Mother says that when she was a girl she liked the parties here better than any she went to. She has one of her old party dresses still.”
“I wonder,” Amanda said, as the six were on their way home, “what Blue Bonnet’s going to wear Thursday night?”
“It won’t be anything fussy,” Debby remarked. “Miss Clyde doesn’t approve of fussy things for girls.”
“She is quite right,” Sarah said; “young people shouldn’t—”
“Couldn’t you let it go at that, please!” Kitty interposed.
“Kitty! Besides, you don’t know what I was going to say!”
“Oh, yes, we do, Sallykins!” It was the final straw, and Kitty knew it, calling Sarah Sallykins.
“If I were Blue Bonnet,” Debby interposed, “I’d have all the pretty clothes I wanted.”
“I daresay she has,” Ruth laughed; “she has all she needs, at any rate—and they’re always pretty.”
“Then, Debby,” Amanda objected, “you wouldn’t be Blue Bonnet! One of the nicest things about Blue Bonnet Ashe is the way she never seems to realize how much she could have, nor to want it.”