“All right, then,” said Midget, who was vigorously pulling on her gloves; “I guess I’ll fix up my fancy dress this afternoon, and finish up these float things Monday and Tuesday. We’ve time enough, anyway.”
“Yes,” said Delight, “that’s what I said. It doesn’t take long to make floats.” She tucked her arm through Marjorie’s, and the two skipped away, followed by Dorothy and Kitty.
“What have you children been doing all the morning?” asked Miss Larkin, as they were all seated at the lunch-table.
“Playing in Mr. Henderson’s barn,” said Marjorie, promptly.
This was well enough, but Miss Larkin, who was in high good humor, seemed possessed to ask questions.
“What did you play?” she said.
She really had no curiosity on the subject, she asked merely with a desire to appear interested in their interests, but it did seem a pity she should be so insistent to-day of all days.
“Oh, we played——” began Marjorie, and then she stopped. She had no inclination to be other than truthful, but the truth she did not want to tell.
“Well, we played——” supplemented King, with a desire to help Marjorie out of her quandary, but he, too, came to a standstill.
“Well, well!” said Miss Larkin, shaking a playful finger at the red-faced trio, “you must have been up to something naughty, if you can’t tell me about it. Oh, fie, fie, little Maynards!”