CHAPTER XX
THE FAREWELL PARTY
Spring made an early appearance in New York and decked itself more charmingly than ever. The trees showed tiny green buds, and the grass freshened under the warm showers, almost as you looked.
Jonquils and crocuses appeared to welcome the fat robins that returned to their nests, and all Nature hummed and fluttered in its eager preparations.
Janet and Phyllis were busy planning a farewell party, as they sat in the sunshine in the park one Sunday morning.
"If we could only think of something different to do," Phyllis wailed. "I am so tired of dances and skating parties and afternoon teas. We've been going to them all winter."
"I know," Janet agreed, "but what else is there to do?"
"Nothing, I suppose," Phyllis replied. "So which shall it be?"
"I don't know,"—Janet refused to decide. "Let's ask Auntie Mogs."