She sat back in her chair and prepared to enjoy herself.
“We’ll write it out real nicely, and you’ll paint flowers round it, won’t you, Eva?”
“Oh, yes, do,” shrieked Doris; “roses and pansies an’——”
“Oh, no, they’re too hard,” said Eva. “Nice green leaves and berries, I think—nice red berries.”
“Oh, yes!” they all cried.
“Yes, yes,” shrieked Doris, “green leaves and wed berries,” and she clapped her hands loudly.
“You do the writing, Mollie, and we’ll all sign our names,” continued Eileen.
“Yes,” shrieked Doris again; “but what about Baby?”
“Oh, I’ll hold her hand,” said Eileen.
“Lovely,” cried Doris, subsiding again into her chair.