"As soon as a man named Milligan
Got well he always fell ill again—ill again—ill—
"Dear me, I can't remember how it went. There was a lot more, but I've forgotten the rest."
"It's a great pity," said Marjory, drily, "that you didn't forget all of it, because if there's really a Mr. Milligan, and I ever see him, I'll think of that rhyme and I won't be able to keep my face straight."
"We must be very polite to the Milligans," said considerate Bettie, "and call on them as soon as they come. Mother always calls on new people; she says it makes folks feel more comfortable to be welcomed into the neighborhood."
"Mrs. Crane does it, too. We're the nearest, perhaps we ought to be the first."
"I think," suggested Jean thoughtfully, "we'd better wait until they're nicely settled; they might not like visitors too soon. You know we didn't."
"They're going to move in today," said Mabel. "Goodness! I wish they'd hurry and come; I'm so excited that I keep dusting the same shelf over and over again. I'm just wild to see them!"
It was sweeping-day at the cottage when the Milligans' furniture began to arrive, but it looked very much as if the sweeping would last for at least two days because the girls were unable to get very far away from the windows that faced west. These were the bedroom windows, and, as there were only two of them, there were usually two heads at each window.
"There comes the first load," announced Marjory, at last. "There's a high-chair on the very top, so there must be a baby."
"I'm so glad," said Bettie. "I just love a baby."