“I hereby prophesy that Babe’s wedding is next on the list,” cried K. gaily.
“Why, Katherine Kittredge,” retorted Babe indignantly, “haven’t I always said——”
“That’s the point,” K. interrupted her. “Professed man-haters always marry young. There was Jane Westover and—there’s my train. Besides, you owe it to the crowd to be accommodating and abandon man-hating in the interests of matrimony and reunions.”
“My wedding next on the list, indeed!” murmured Babe angrily, as she waved her handkerchief at the departing train. “We’re going to be bachelor maids, aren’t we, Bob? with saddle-horses and Scotch collies instead of cats and canaries——”
“And fresh-air children in the summers,” added Bob absently. “I wonder what daddy’s doing to keep Jimmie Scheverin out of mischief. Here’s our train to town, girls.”
CHAPTER III
OFF TO BONNIE SCOTLAND
“I can’t believe yet that I’m really going!” Betty Wales stood on the promenade deck of the Glasgow boat, her arms full of Mrs. Brooks’s roses and Dr. Brooks’s salted almonds. Will’s arms were full of flowers too, and the Smallest Sister felt very important indeed because she had been entrusted with a fat package of steamer letters from Betty’s Cleveland friends.
“Beginning to feel a little homesick already?” teased Will.
Betty winked hard, and mother told Will that he wasn’t playing fair, and suggested that they should find the girls’ stateroom and leave some of their bundles in it.
“Miss Ayres is having a hunt for her trunk,” said Nan, joining them. “It isn’t in your stateroom, and it doesn’t seem to be on the wharf.”