“Aunt Lucinda says she hopes we will be friends,” Blue Bonnet went on. “What do you like to do?”
Sarah opened and closed her fan nervously. “I like—keeping house, and going to school and—sewing—”
“Please stop!” Blue Bonnet implored. “I don’t mean those kinds of things. Don’t you like doing anything—sensible?”
Sarah stared. “Sensible!”
“Well, what I call sensible—tiresome things can’t be really sensible, can they?”
It was a new philosophy for Sarah.
“Are all the girls here like that?” Blue Bonnet asked.
“I—suppose so. Kitty Clark isn’t very domestic, I’m afraid.”
Blue Bonnet registered a mental vow to get acquainted with Kitty Clark as soon as possible. “Wouldn’t you like to see the garden?” she asked.
Sarah assented; she felt dizzy and bewildered. “Mrs. Clyde has a very pretty garden,” she said, politely, as they went down the steps and along the trim box-bordered path.