“Not to mention the things you are going to bring home to us,” Bob reminded her.
“Oh, but I shall have Marie pack the dresses in one of mother’s trunks,” Babbie explained easily.
“Crawl!” declared K. “As a forfeit you are condemned to do ‘Mary had a little lamb’ in your best style.”
“And Roberta ought to do the jabber-wock for us,” suggested Eleanor.
“And Madeline ought to sing a French song,” added Betty.
So all the “Merry Heart” stunts, that had amused them at Harding for four long years, and were just as funny now as they had ever been, were merrily gone through with.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” declaimed Bob at last, “we have at last arrived at the real business of this farewell party, which is the presentation of a few slight tokens of our affection, and the delicate intimation of the objects of art——”
“Or wearing apparel,” put in K.
“That we should most like to get in return,” concluded Bob pompously, with a withering glance in K.’s direction. “I may say in passing that the aforesaid intimation is strictly by request.”
The stay-at-homes and Dr. Brooks disappeared for a few minutes and came back in a laughing, bundle-laden procession, with Dr. Brooks at its head.