“Oh!” Blue Bonnet exclaimed; without another word, she turned and went to her practising.
Very stormy were the chords that sounded through the quiet house for the next ten minutes, and the time kept deplorable; but for once, Miss Clyde let these irregularities pass unnoticed.
Just before dusk Blue Bonnet ran down to tell Amanda that she could not go. Her coming was received with shouts of acclamation by the group of girls gathered on the Parker front porch.
Blue Bonnet went straight to her point. “I can’t go,” she said.
“You can’t go!” Kitty cried; “I do think Miss Clyde might—”
“It isn’t Aunt Lucinda. I—I’ve got company coming.”
“Bring her along,” Amanda said. “One more won’t count. Is she from Texas?”
“No,” Blue Bonnet began, “she’s—”
“See that she wears her old clothes,” Ruth interrupted; “we’re going to sit right down in the bottom of the wagon.”
“But—” Blue Bonnet commenced again.