“Oh, dear! I think people are just silly.”
“That may be, but you can’t make the world different in a moment. Come to luncheon now, and tell me all about your own plans for the reception.”
“All right; but, Mother, I’m going to find some way for Jeanette to go to it, too. I don’t know how yet, but you see if I can’t fix it somehow!”
“Very well, Betty; but don’t do anything without consulting me.”
“No, I won’t, and I haven’t thought of anything yet, but I’m sure I shall.”
All the rest of that day, Betty thought hard, but it was not until after she had gone to bed at night that an idea flashed upon her. Such a beautiful idea! She wondered that she hadn’t thought of it sooner!
She felt she must discuss it with her mother at once, for if it wouldn’t do, she wanted to think up something else. But surely it would do! Such a grand idea must be all right!
She jumped up and put on her blue kimono, and poking her bare feet into little bedroom slippers of blue quilted satin, she ran out into the hall and called over the banister:
“Mother, are you alone? May I come down?”
In response to the “Yes, Betty dear; what is it?” she ran down-stairs, and, flinging a sofa-cushion on the floor, nestled against her mother’s knee.