“Have you checked your wheels, girls?” asked Betty.
“Yes, with our trunks,” said Helen. “Mr. Bond is keeping watch over them until the train comes; and he is holding Timmy Loo, who is a most important-looking animal just now, dressed in a new red ribbon and a baggage-tag.”
“Oh, he’s delighted with his prospective journey,” said Marjorie. “I told him he had the entire charge of our trunks and wheels, and he feels the responsibility. Oh, here’s Jessie. Now we’re all here but Marguerite. Where is she, Nan?”
“Who? Daisy? Oh, she’ll be here in a minute. I think she waited to learn how to make soup.”
“She’ll be in it if she doesn’t hurry,” said Nan. “I think I’ll go and poke her up.”
“Don’t do it!” cried Betty. “You’ll miss her, and then we won’t have either of you. Here she comes now, grinning like a Chessy cat.”
Dainty Marguerite, in her fresh white duck suit and pink shirt-waist, came in, smiling radiantly.
“ ‘MR. BOND IS HOLDING TIMMY LOO.’ SAID HELEN.”