“Oh, you're getting altogether too deep for me,” said Jessie. “Come, girls, what in the world are we going to get to wear next Wednesday?”
“Sure enough!” cried they with one accord, while the musing look in their eyes gave place to a vivacious and merry expression.
“My mother is n't near as old as we 're going to be. Her things won't do,” said Nellie.
“Nor mine,” echoed Jessie; “but perhaps Mary's grandmother will let us have some of her things.”
“In that case,” suggested Frank, “it will be only civil to invite her to the party.”
“To be sure, why not?” agreed Jessie. “It is to be an 'old folks' party, and her presence will give a reality to the thing.”
“I don't believe she 'll come,” said George. “You see being old is dead earnest to her, and she won't see the joke.”
But Mary said she would ask her anyway, and so that was settled.
“My father is much too large in the waist for his clothes to be of any service to me,” said George lugubriously.
But Frank reminded him that this was a hint as to his get-up, and that he must stuff with pillows that the proverb might be fulfilled, “Like father like son.”