“She won’t mind that, will she?” Debby asked anxiously.
“She—” Blue Bonnet was getting desperate.
“Be sure you both bring plenty of wraps,” Sarah interposed; “it’ll be cold coming home.”
“Will you listen to me!” Blue Bonnet stamped a foot impatiently. “It’s old—”
Instantly, Kitty had flown at her and was shaking her vigorously. “Elizabeth Ashe, didn’t I try to keep you from going over there Saturday afternoon? And you would go! And you would do it! And now—” she turned to the rest indignantly. “It’s that old Mrs. Prior—over at the Poor Farm. Elizabeth invited her to come to supper to-morrow!”
“Mrs. Prior!” Amanda was the first to speak.
“You see, I couldn’t very well bring her along,” Blue Bonnet said.
“No,” Amanda agreed.
“Did you really ask her to supper, Elizabeth?” Debby Slade asked wonderingly.
“Indeed she did,” Kitty exclaimed. “I only hope, Elizabeth, you got the scolding you deserved when you got home!”