“Hooray!” cried Kitty, tumbling out of her bed at the joyful reminder. “Won’t I be glad to see them, though! Aren’t we going to celebrate?”
“Not any regular celebration. It’ll be fun enough just to see them, and hear them tell about their trip.”
“Yes, indeed; so it will. And, of course, we’ll have ice cream.”
“Oh, of course; I told Ellen that, yesterday.”
A little later, two trim and tidy little Maynard girls went downstairs to the cheerful dining-room.
“Hello-morning!” cried King, meeting them on the landing. “Going to school to-day, Mops?”
“Yes, of course; why not?”
“Oh, I thought as Mother’s coming home, we might take a holiday.”
“No, I don’t want to. They don’t come till afternoon, you know, and if I hung round here all day, I’d just die waiting for ’em. Going to school will fill up the morning, anyway.”
“That’s so; say we go, then. Hello, Rosy Posy; did I ’most upset you?”