“It’s about the only thorough-going jollification we’ll have time for between now and closing of school,” Debby told Blue Bonnet; “the exams will be beginning soon.”
“And we’ll have all last winter’s agony to go through with again?”
“That depends upon how easily you agonize.”
“I’m not quite so scared as I was then,” Blue Bonnet said; “I wonder if one would ever get where an exam didn’t really bother one at all?”
“I’m not wasting my time over any such nonsense,” Kitty declared; “I’m wondering why the wagon doesn’t come.”
The party were waiting on the Parker front steps for the big hay wagon from the farm; the girls, in their fresh summer dresses, making a bright spot of color against the green background of the vine covering the piazza.
“Here it comes!” one of the boys said.
Billy had provided himself with a horn, a battered old affair which had seen much service but was still capable of more, as Billy proceeded to prove, waking the echoes of the quiet old street.
“Billy!” Mrs. Parker implored, coming out, “you’re not going to take that thing?”
“I am surprised at you!” Billy eyed her reproachfully. “Don’t I always take it?”