DOROTHY'S PLAN
One afternoon, about a week later, the children were again in their grandmother's room waiting for dinner-time.
To be exact, they weren't in the room, but were literally half in and half out. For Mrs. Dorrance's room had two front windows, and two children were hanging out of each, in a precarious and really dangerous way.
The twins, in one window, were vying with each other as to which could lean out farthest, without falling out; and in the other window Dorothy was leaning out as far as possible, and at the same time trying to keep a very excited Fairy from pitching headlong to the street.
The simple explanation of this acrobatic performance is, that they were looking for the postman. Not that they really thought he would come any sooner for their endangering their lives, but each young Dorrance considered it of the highest importance to catch the first glimpse of him.
"Oh, dear, do you suppose the house is sold?" said Lilian, for the dozenth time.
"Hi!" screamed Dorothy; "there he is! we'll soon know now."
Dorothy having won the game, they all tumbled into the room again, and Leicester started down-stairs for the mail.
"Gently, my boy, gently," warned his grandmother. "Don't go down whooping like a wild Indian."
Leicester assumed a sudden air of decorum, and disappeared; while the girls clustered around their grandmother, all talking at once.