“Let ’em stay away, then.”
“No, a Hallowe’en party without boys is no fun. They make up the tricks and jokes, you know.”
“That’s so,” said Dolly, “but if you tell the boys they can’t come unless they wear spooky rigs, they’ll do it fast enough. Why, a sheet and pillowcase ghost-rig is good enough, and that’s no trouble at all! Don’t you know Dot, we wore them up at Crosstrees last summer, and the boys didn’t mind a bit.”
“Yep, that’s so. Oh, the boys will come. You couldn’t keep them away. What a fireplace to roast chestnuts or pop corn!”
They were in the dining-room now, and its enormous stone fireplace was indeed ideal for a Hallowe’en frolic. And the kitchen, too, offered enchanting possibilities. Then there was the orchard, if any one dared try fortunes beneath the stars. Altogether it was a splendid chance and the Two D’s were glad to lay aside their own half formed plans for these.
On the way home, they talked it over, and as they drew near the Roses’ house the D’s asked the other girls to come in and talk some more.
“I can’t,” said Grace, “I promised Mother, Ethel and I would get home early. It’s a little after five now.”
“Then you come in, Maisie,” said Dolly. “We’ll make fudge. You can stay till six, can’t you?”
“Yes, indeed, and I’m simply starving for fudge.”