CHAPTER XVIII
Obeying Instructions
THE four girls were wonderfully excited all the next day. They were restless in school and fidgety at home.
"A body would think," scoffed Aunty Jane, at noon, "that you were going to your own wedding. Don't worry so. I'll have everything ready for you to put on the moment you get out of school."
"Oh, thank you," breathed Marjory, fervently. "That'll help a lot; but I do hope that Bettie's father will remember to do those cards. And, Aunty Jane, could you lend me a perfectly inkless hankerchief?"
"Jumping January!" growled Wallace Mapes, Jean's older brother. "That makes nineteen times, Jean, that you've reminded me of those miserable shoes. I'll black them when I've finished lunch. I'm not going to rush off in the middle of my oyster soup to black anybody's best shoes."
"Is it a reception?" asked Roger.
"No," replied Wallace, "just a formal call on Henrietta Bedford."
"She's in my French class," said Roger. "And kippered snakes! You ought to hear her recite. She talks up and down and all around poor little Miss McGinnis, whose French was made right here in Lakeville. It's a daily picnic."