“Almost, Miss Kitty. It will be by when you’re ready yourselves.”
The children gave one more admiring glance at their decorations, and then ran away to get ready for luncheon.
“What time is she coming?” asked Kitty, as she and Midge tied each other’s hair-ribbons.
“I don’t know, exactly. About four, Mother thought. She told me to show her to her room, and ask her if she’d like tea sent up.”
“Doesn’t it make you feel grown up to do things like that?” asked Kitty, looking at her older sister with admiring eyes.
“Yes—sort of. But I forget it right away again, and feel little-girlish. Come on, Kits, are you ready?”
Luncheon was great fun. Marjorie at one end of the table, and King at the other, felt a wonderful sense of dignity and responsibility. Kitty and Rosy seemed to them very young and childish.
“Will you have some cold beef, Marjorie,” said King, “or a little of the omelet?”
“Both, thank you,” replied Midget, “and a lot of each.”
“Ho! that doesn’t sound like Mother,” said King, grinning.