CHAPTER V
THE RETURN OF MARY BROOKS
All through the fall Mary Brooks’s “little friends” had been hoping for a visit from her, and begging her to come soon, before the fine weather was over. Now she was really and truly coming. Roberta had had the letter of course, by virtue of being Mary’s most faithful satellite; but it was meant for them all.
“The conquering heroine is coming,” Mary wrote. “She will arrive at four on Monday, and you’d better, some of you, meet the train, because there’s going to be a spread along, and the turkey weighs a ton. Don’t plan any doings for me. I’ve been to a dance or a dinner every night for two weeks and I’m already sick of being a busy bud, though I’ve only been one for a month—not to mention having had the gayest kind of a time all summer. So you see I’m coming to Harding to rest and recuperate, and to watch you children play at being seniors. I know how busy you are, and what a bore it is to have company, but I shall just take care of myself. Only get me a room at Rachel’s little house around the corner, and I won’t be a bit of trouble to anybody.”
“Consider the touching modesty of that now!” exclaimed Katherine. “As if we weren’t all pining for a sight of her. And can’t you just taste the spread she’ll bring?”
“We must make her have it the very night she gets here,” said Betty practically. “There’s a lot going on next week, and as soon as people find out that she’s here they’ll just pounce on her for all sorts of things.”
“I hereby pounce upon her for our house dance,” announced Babbie Hildreth hastily. “Isn’t it jolly that it comes this week? I had a presentiment that I’d better save one of my invitations.”
“You needn’t have bothered,” said Babe enviously. “I guess there’ll always be room for Mary Brooks at a Westcott House dance—as long as 19— stays anyway.”