“She’s dressing,” Herron returned. “She said she must doll up to meet the young ladies——”
“Did she use that expression?” asked Patty, severely.
“Oh, no! That’s mine. She said she’d put on her other gown,—or something like that.”
“I can’t decide till I see her,” Patty said; “if she’s really all right, we’ll stay. If not, you must take us right home, Phil.”
“Your word is my law. When Patty says go, we all goeth! Whew! how it snows!”
“Never mind the snow,” urged Herron; “no matter what the weather when we four get together! Now, what can we do in the way of high jinks? Anybody want to try the swimming pool?”
“No, thank you!” and Bumble shivered at the thought. “Can we dance anywhere?”
“Not till after lunch,” said Patty. “Dancing in the morning has gone out. Besides, it’s nearly lunch time now. Let’s knit for a while,—and not go jumping about.”
“You’re a dormouse, Patty. You’d rather nod over your knitting needles——”
“I don’t nod over them! I knit faster than you do! Come on, start at the beginning of your needle, and I’ll race you for five rows.”