Mary Louise threw the pillow back at her chum and jumped out of bed.
“What a glorious day!” she exclaimed. “And so much cooler.”
Elsie, attired in her new pink linen dress, dashed into the room.
“Oh, this is something like!” she cried. “I haven’t heard any gayety like this for three years!”
“Mary Louise is always ‘Gay,’” remarked Jane demurely. “In fact, she’ll be ‘Gay’ till she gets married.”
Her chum hurled the other pillow from Miss Grant’s bed just as Hannah poked her nose into the room.
“Don’t you girls throw them pillows around!” she commanded. “Miss Mattie is that careful about her bed—she even makes it herself. And at house-cleanin’ time I ain’t allowed to touch it!”
“It’s a wonder she let you sleep on it, Mary Louise,” observed Elsie.
“Made me sleep on it, you mean.” Then, of Hannah, she inquired, “How soon do we have breakfast?”
“Right away, soon as you’re dressed. Then you girls can help pack up some doughnuts and rolls I made for your picnic.”