“She might come ‘too early,’” Kitty said—“‘a whole week too early.’”
“Kitty! Honestly, don’t you think it would be nice?”
“Nice for whom?”
“For Mrs. Prior. Kitty, you’re just horrid this morning.”
Kitty balanced herself on the edge of her desk. “Sarah,” she called, “just come listen to this!”
Sarah did listen,—Blue Bonnet enlarging upon her theme enthusiastically,—weighing the matter before she spoke, in a fashion that never failed to drive the impatient Kitty frantic.
“There! You’ve looked like you were getting ready to say, ‘ninthly, my dear brothers’ quite long enough, Sarah,” she protested. “Isn’t it the most unheard-of plan?”
“I think it is a very nice idea,” Sarah said calmly, “only I’m not sure that it’s at all practical.”
“Practical!” Blue Bonnet cried. “Who wants a thing to be—practical!”
“We’ll talk it over this afternoon after school,” Sarah said.