“Yes,” Miss Clyde said gravely; “but hereafter, Elizabeth, I would like to have you consult either your grandmother or myself before inviting strangers to the house.”
“Yes, Aunt Lucinda,” Blue Bonnet answered; the next moment, with recovered spirits, she was giving her grandmother an account of her walk.
“Far too long a walk,” Miss Lucinda said presently; “it was almost dark before you reached home, Elizabeth.”
“That’s because we stopped to talk,” Blue Bonnet explained; “Kitty didn’t want to stop.”
Miss Clyde smiled slightly. “I begin to think I have been wronging Kitty.”
“I don’t believe she’d have minded—only she thought it tiresome,” Blue Bonnet remarked.
Tuesday afternoon Blue Bonnet came home from school in high spirits. “Amanda Parker’s aunt—she lives on a farm, Aunt Lucinda—has invited Amanda and all of us girls out to supper to-morrow,” she announced. “She’s going to send the hay wagon in for us; we’re to start from Amanda’s right after school. I can go, can’t I, Aunt Lucinda? Oh, I do hope it will be pleasant.”
“You are invited for to-morrow, Elizabeth?” Miss Clyde asked.
“Yes, Aunt Lucinda.”
Miss Clyde waited a moment; then she said, “I think you must have forgotten, Elizabeth, that you have a guest coming to supper to-morrow.”