"Fifteen minutes to wash hands and faces and change your clothes," exclaimed Grandmother as she heard Grandfather bring the car up to the house. "Can you do it?"
"'Deed yes," said Mary Jane, scampering on ahead up the stairs. "I can wash myself and you just look at the cracks. And I can put my own dress and shoes on. I can do lots!"
"I should say you can!" exclaimed Grandmother admiringly. "You do all you can then, dear, and I'll help John."
At one minute to nine they were all at the door ready to climb into the car and be off.
"Did you give them their spending money?" asked Grandmother as she helped stow the lunch into the car.
"Not yet," answered Grandfather. "I'll give it to them when they get there."
"Listen to the man!" exclaimed Grandmother in disgust, "and make them miss half the fun of carrying their own money. Wait a minute!" She hurried into the house and came back in a minute with two little black purses in her hand. "There now, children," she said as she handed a purse to each child, "you can carry your own money. Here's two nickels for you, Mary Jane, and two nickels for you, John. Don't lose them!"
"We won't," said Mary Jane and she clutched hers tightly in her hand, "and may we buy anything we want?"
"Anything you want—anything!" Grandmother assured her.
"We'll be home at six," called Grandfather as he started the car and they whisked down the drive and away.