“I don’t care,” said Marjorie. “Just because I sit in Mother’s place, I’m not going to eat as little as she does! I’d starve to death.”
“All right, sister, you shall have all you want,” and King gave Sarah a well-filled plate for Midget’s delectation.
“Isn’t it fun to be alone?” said Kitty, and then added hastily: “I don’t mean without Mother and Father, I mean without Miss Larkin.”
“Yes,” agreed Marjorie. “I do feel glad that she didn’t come this morning, and we can lunch alone. It’s sort of like a party.”
“I wish it was a party,” said Kitty, “’cause then we’d have ice cream.”
“P’raps we’ll have ice cream a lot, when Miss Larkin gets here,” said Marjorie. “Mother left a letter for her, and it says for her to order everything nice to eat.”
“Then I’m glad she’s coming,” declared Kitty, who loved good things to eat.
After luncheon the hours dragged a little. The house seemed empty and forlorn, and the children didn’t know exactly what to do.
“Why don’t you go over to see Delight?” Kitty asked of her sister; “and then, I’ll go to see Dorothy.”
“I don’t feel like it,” answered Midget. “I feel all sort of lost, and I don’t want Delight, or anybody else—except Mother.”