They were a source of never-ending joy to Doris, who dearly loved to watch them at their tricks, and she wished and wished that she knew a million thousand boys like them.
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE INVITATION.
“Oh, dear, I wish something nice would happen!” sighed Eileen. “It’s a terrible long time since anything real nice happened.”
“Yes, not since Uncle came,” said Eva.
“Oh, wha—what about the baby?” gasped Doris, in amazement.
“Oh, yes, of course—the baby—well, the baby’s all right, but, still, I want some real fun. I’m sick of everything again, and I know the Garlands are great, and we’re lucky to have them; but I’d like something real different and real surprising to happen.”
“Yes, I wish something exciting would happen, too,” said Mollie. “Something real nice and exciting——”
“Yes, not Mrs. Grey getting sick, or anything like that,” said Eva.
“Oh, no, Mrs. Grey getting sick is not the kind of fun—er, I mean excitement—I want,” said Eileen; “that was right enough for a time, but I want real fun now.”
“So do I,” said Mollie.