“Or monkeys,” said Willie, teasingly.
“You speak for yourself,” answered Eileen, and then the laugh was turned on Willie.
“I say, we never had that week on the river yet,” cried Mollie.
“Oh, no! wouldn’t it be grand? Let’s ask about it now. Come on!”
“Oh, yes, let’s!” shrieked Doris.
Then needles, darning wool, cotton, and stockings were scattered all over the verandah, while they rushed away to find Mother.
At first she thought they had taken leave of their senses, but they begged and pleaded so hard that at last she consented to think about it.
“Yes, we’ll have a great time. We’ll swing the hammocks in the big trees, and, oh—it’ll be great!” cried Mollie.
“What about waiting till Frank comes back? You know, he expects to have a short holiday in the early spring time.”
“Oh, so he does, so he does!” they fairly shrieked. “We’ll wait till then. Frank will enjoy it, and he’ll be such a help, putting up the hammocks and fixing up the fires, and all that.”