“You shall have them,” said her Aunt Priscilla.
CHAPTER XII
A SCRIPTURAL COMMAND
Every one knows the comforting qualities of hot waffles and syrup, so none will be surprised to learn that after supper Ladybird was in a frame of mind nothing short of angelic.
“My aunties,” she remarked, as she extended her thin length along the old-fashioned sofa in the sitting-room, “I think I would like to have a children’s party, if it wouldn’t make too much trouble.”
“Hospitality is a duty,” said Miss Flint, laconically. “And though it will doubtless make more or less trouble, I shall be very glad to give you a party, Lavinia, and you may invite your school-mates.”
“How many?” said Ladybird.
“Not more than twelve, including yourself; because everything is in dozens, and I don’t want to get out the extras.”
“That’s eleven besides me. Why, Aunt Priscilla, I don’t like that many children in the whole school!”
“I’m ashamed of you, Lavinia; you should feel more kindly toward all your fellow-creatures.”
“Oh, I feel kindly enough about them, and I like them well enough, but I just don’t want to make a party of them. A party ought to be a few people that you can really enjoy.”