CHAPTER XI
ROMAN PUNCH
IT was a very rainy day, so the excursion which the Wonderers had planned had to be postponed.
And so they were gathered in the Fairfields’ pleasant sitting-room, trying to make believe they didn’t care to go out.
In this attempt they all succeeded better than Milly, who was distinctly and aggressively cross.
“Milly,” said Peter Homer, in his kind way, after one of her petulant outbursts, “it’s raining, and I’m glad it is, and you’re going to be glad too. You’re going to have such a good time this afternoon, that you’ll go home saying you’re glad it rained so we couldn’t go driving out the Appian Way.”
“I won’t do any such thing,” declared Milly. “How could I like it better to sit cooped up in a stuffy old parlour than to go for a lovely drive?”
“Wait and see, my child,” said Peter. “Now, my Wonder friends, I’ll tell you my plan. Let’s start a paper, a nice little paper, and we’ll all contribute.”
“And publish it every week?” cried Patty, who loved to write things.