“Oh, dear, I wish to-morrow would come soon!” said Doris.
“It won’t be long,” said Eileen, consolingly.
The next afternoon they met, and became firm friends. They told each other their ages and dates of their birthdays, and their favourite names and favourite flowers, and they made up their minds to be friends always, no matter what happened.
“You look real nice in that chair,” said Eva to Meta, impulsively.
“Do I?” she laughed. “Well, I’ll be real glad when I can leave it. Sometimes since I have come up here I’ve had some nice little short walks, and it is just lovely to be on my feet again. I never knew how nice it was to walk till I’ve been lying down so long.”
“I’ll read all my poems to you some day, if you like,” went on Eva.
“I’d love it,” Meta answered.
“Yes, I have a nice collection of stamps,” Colin was saying to Mollie, “and some of them are very valuable, and I have some beautiful foreign post-cards, too——”
“Any money in post-cards?” asked Willie, with his hands deep in his pockets.
“Oh, no, it’s just a hobby.”