“Let me see your pictures, won’t you?”
“Sometime, yes. Let’s go and sing now.”
“No, we must clear the table first. It’s so untidy to leave it. But you needn’t do it; I hate to see a boy doing girl’s work.”
“Oh, pshaw, it isn’t girl’s work exactly, if you play you’re camping or picnicking or something like that. I’m going to help, and you can’t stop me!”
Hal had begun already to take out the dishes, and Betty gave him a mock sigh, as she said:
“I don’t think my Man Friday obeys me as well as he promised to.”
“’Cause I only obey when I want to,” he responded, and in a short time the table was cleared and the food put away.
“We won’t wash the dishes,” said Betty, as she piled them neatly on the kitchen table. “If Mrs. Carey’s going to bring a lot of servants at three o’clock, they’ll want something to do.”
So they went to the piano, and soon discovered that they knew a number of the same songs.
Hal had a good voice, and they sang away with all their youthful enthusiasm, making such a volume of sound that it could be heard above the chug-chugging of the approaching motor-car.