“Yes, more gay and festive. I’d like to fly to the North Pole in an air-ship.”
“With flags waving and bands playing?”
“Yes. Wouldn’t it be fun? What could we do, Mother?”
Her mother caressed Betty’s curly head and smiled indulgently at her, as she said:
“Let me think a minute. There must be plenty of places if you’re bent on going away somewhere. How about New York?”
“Oh, that’s just right!” cried Betty. “Let’s all go to New York to spend Christmas, and see the beautiful things there. Oh, wouldn’t we have fun!”
Betty’s eyes fairly shone with delighted anticipation, and she threw a sofa-pillow at Jack to stir him to greater enthusiasm.
“Wake up, Sleepyhead!” she cried. “Come on, let’s plan it all.”
“If you choose,” said her mother, “you might invite Agnes Graham and her brother to go with you.”
“Oh, Mother! That will be grand! We’ll have the greatest time anybody ever had!”