"Next Saturday," said Kitty. "I'm the committee, and I decide things."
"So do I," said Dorothy, and they all agreed to meet the next Saturday morning.
CHAPTER VIII
SPELLING TROUBLES
"What is the matter, Midge?" said her father, "You sigh as if you'd lost your last friend."
The family were in the pleasant living-room one evening, just after dinner.
All, that is, except Rosy Posy, who had gone to bed long ago. Kingdon was reading, and Kitty was idly playing with the kitten, while Marjorie, her head bent over a book on the table, was abstractedly moving her lips as if talking to herself.
"Oh, Father! it's this horrid old spelling lesson. I just can't learn it, and that all there is about it!"