“I think Katrina was the best, though, because she had the poor old uncle pardoned,” said tender-hearted Alice.
“What about the owls and the squirrels?” asked Ben, who was still eating ginger cookies.
“O, the owls and the squirrels lived happily together ever after in the woods around, even ‘as far as the lands of the wicked King Rupert, two days’ journey beyond the sunset,’” said Miss Ruth.
“I wish there was some more about them!” exclaimed Betty.
“There is more about the owls and the squirrels all the time, in the woods,” said Miss Ruth. “How would you like some Friday afternoon, instead of having our meeting in the house, to walk out to the Convalescent Home and then come back through the woods?”
Each and every member of the Club agreed that this would be a splendid way to have a club meeting. “We could take home the sewing that we would do at the meeting,” suggested Betty, “and bring it all finished to the next meeting, so as not to lose time dressing the dolls.”
“You have done well this afternoon, girls,” said Miss Ruth, beginning to gather up the dolls and their dresses; “and Betty’s idea is a good one. Each of you ask at home if she may go on the walk, and perhaps we can have it next Friday.”
“Then we can all see the Convalescings,” said Ben eagerly. “They are nice little children, and I like to see them getting well.”
“Five o’clock and five minutes after!” cried Elsa, springing up. “I must go, or grandmother will not like it.”
“Do you have to mind—even five minutes?” asked Betty, in surprise.