"Methinks I am discovered!" cried Kitty, as Sarah approached her with a dish of pudding. "This damsel! She is of my own household. Ha! Doth she recognize me?"
Although used to the nonsense of the children, Sarah couldn't entirely repress a giggle as Kitty glared at her.
"Eat your dinner, Miss Kitty," she said, "an' don't be afther teasin' me."
"Safe!" exclaimed Kitty. "She knows me not! 'Kitty' she calls me! Ha!"
The play went on all through the meal, for the Maynards never tired of this sort of fun.
"I'm going out for a few minutes," said King, as they at last rose from the table. "Father said I might go down to Goodwin's to get slides for my camera. I won't be gone long."
"All right," said Marjorie, "I'm going to study my spelling. What are you going to do, Kit?"
"I'm going up to the playroom. Nannie is going to tell me stories while she sews."
So Marjorie was alone in the living-room as she took up her school-bag to get her spelling-book from it. To her dismay it was not there! The book which she had mistakenly brought for her speller was her mental arithmetic; they were much the same size, and she often mistook one for the other.
But this time it was a serious matter. The spelling-match was to be the next day, and how could she review her lessons without her book?