“You mustn’t do that!” Kitty commanded. “Get up this moment.”
“I simply can’t—just yet. Only I don’t suppose our motive and theirs for setting out were precisely similar, do you, Kitty?”
“I’m not supposing anything about it! Will you get up? Or do you want to catch the worst cold you’ve ever had—and have everyone saying it was my fault?”
“I don’t see how they could say that,” Blue Bonnet got up reluctantly. “I suppose our next move—is to go back.”
“We can’t go back on the ice—it’s too dark and the wind would be dead against us all the way.”
Blue Bonnet began working at her skates. “I’m mighty glad of that!”
“Going ’cross lots through the snow won’t be exactly what you might call fun,” Kitty remarked. “Come on—I don’t know what time we’ll get home, as it is.”
“Let’s not have ‘Quaker meeting’ going home, Kitty,” Blue Bonnet begged.
“It won’t be ‘Quaker meeting’—once we do get home, I’m thinking,” Kitty answered; “and I just know mamma will be worried to death.”
“Kitty, why did we do it?” Blue Bonnet asked.