“I did,” confessed Katherine bravely. “That is, I told Mary that we didn’t have a thing fit to eat for supper at the Westcott, and that I thought perhaps——”
“All right,” said Betty, laughing, “but it can’t be a rabbit, because I haven’t any cheese. Will tea do?”
“Bob’s got cheese,” announced Babe. “Last time we had a rabbit party we forgot about cheese till we had lighted the chafing-dish. So we sent Bob for it, and she bought five pounds.”
“Well,” Bob defended herself, “there were piles of people there, and I knew that five quarts of ice cream isn’t any too much for a spread, so I thought——”
“Hurry now, Bob,” ordered Mary, selecting an ulster from the pile in the corner, and hustling the rebellious Bob into it and out the door.
“I think it’s rather hard on Bob to have to help me give a party, just because K. happens to be hungry,” said Betty.
“I’m ravenous too,” announced Rachel.
“So am I,” added Madeline, “and so are we all. Have you plenty of crackers, Betty?”
“I think so,” said Betty, tugging at the lowest drawer of the chiffonier. “I keep them in here because it shuts so tight that the mice don’t smell them.”
“And other thieves cannot break through and borrow,” murmured Katherine, applying her basket-ball arm to the refractory drawer.