“That makes ten times,” Alec laughed. “I’ve kept tally.”
“I suppose,” Blue Bonnet said, slowly, “that Aunt Lucinda would say, that neither was there any use in asserting it.”
“Without doubt,” Boyd agreed.
“Maybe it’s just me.” Blue Bonnet looked at Alec; and somehow, he couldn’t help feeling glad that she had not used Boyd’s “us.”
“I’m afraid not,” he answered, “though it’s very kind of you to be willing to shoulder all the responsibility. We might get up a crowd and go in town this afternoon.”
“Museum!” Boyd scoffed. “Botanical Gardens! Library! I don’t see myself.”
“It’s club day,” Blue Bonnet said.
“Chuck it!” Boyd advised.
And suddenly, Blue Bonnet felt a strange desire to follow his suggestion. It would be an indoor meeting; they would all bring their work. She could see the six bags ranged in a circle about the table, could see Sarah taking small, precise stitches in the apron she was making for the third youngest Blake, could hear Kitty teasing them all, and Ruth trying to keep peace.
While between now and club time lay dusting, and mending, and lessons to get.