Blue Bonnet’s eyes shone. “It will be fun, won’t it?”
“I’m not through yet. We’re going to make it a riding party; all of us ride except Sarah—of course you do. She says she doesn’t like it, but it’s my private opinion that she’s afraid. Anyhow, she can drive—we’ll need some place to put all the baskets.”
“Grandmother hasn’t any saddle-horses,” Blue Bonnet said. At her tone, Kitty glanced round sharply.
“Get one at the livery,” she said. “What’s the matter, Elizabeth? You look—”
“How do I look?” Blue Bonnet demanded.
“Queer. Shall we go round by the livery now, and see about your horse?”
“I don’t believe Aunt Lucinda would like me to. Kitty, I think I’ll drive with Sarah.”
“You’re mighty fond of Sarah all of a sudden!”
“Well, I got fond of you all of a sudden.”
“Come on up to Amanda’s and talk things over,” Kitty proposed, as they came to the corner of the street leading up to the Parkers’.