“That’s ’cause she isn’t Mother and Father,” said Kitty, wisely. “She’s an old maid lady, you know, and she doesn’t know how to treat children properly.”
“You mustn’t say ‘old maid,’ Kit; it isn’t polite.”
“I don’t see why. But, I only mean, it takes a father or a mother to behave right to children. You know how ours are.”
“Yes, I do,” said Marjorie, in a contented voice. “They’re just ’bout perfect. And I wish they’d come home.”
“Well, it’s no use wishing; they’ll be gone more’n two weeks yet.”
“Yes; so they will. And I guess we’ll have the celebration, Kit; it’ll fill up the time so.”
“All right,” said Kitty, sleepily, and then the two girls hopped into their two little white beds.
The next afternoon the Jinks Club met at Delight’s. As they were planning the celebration, they behaved quietly, as, indeed, they were always expected to do at Mrs. Spencer’s.
The Jinksies were quite ready to help with a birthday pageant for Miss Larkin.
They saw at once the possibilities of a lot of fun for themselves, and if, incidentally, it gave a grown-up lady pleasure, they had no objection, and, indeed, were rather glad.