By the fifteenth of May, all of the papers for the Sargent had to be in.
“And to-morrow is the fifteenth!” Blue Bonnet rejoiced one afternoon. “Now, perhaps, the old thing can drop!”
“Ah, but the waiting will begin now,” Ruth said.
“Can’t you wait in silence?”
“You’re a very disrespectful girl!” Debby said severely.
Blue Bonnet smiled agreeingly; “I have learned a lot of things since I came East, haven’t I?”
The “We are Seven’s” were sitting under the trees in Kitty’s front yard, resting after a long walk. “I’m going to have a birthday next Saturday week,” Amanda announced.
“Is there to be a celebration?” Kitty inquired.
Amanda nodded importantly.
“Of course there is, little Miss Why!” Debby said. “There’s some use in having a birthday in Woodford. If you were wise, Blue Bonnet, you’d arrange to have yours while you were here—there would be something doing then.”