“All the more credit, then, in being good while he’s around,” laughed Lucile. “But, seriously, girls, don’t you think it would be a good plan to make up our minds to act just the same all the time as though our guardian were in the next room?”
“Let’s” said the girls. And so, with no more form or ceremony, the simple little compact was made, but it had taken firm and solid root, nevertheless, in the girls’ hearts.
“Hooray, people; here comes the sun!” cried Phil, bursting in upon them with a box of candy and a radiant smile. “I just waylaid Dad and asked him what was up if it cleared this afternoon, and he said, ‘Westminster Abbey, Trafalgar Square, a look at the Thames, an auto ride.’ Hooray!”
The girls ran to the window, and, sure enough, the sun was beginning to shine, feebly and mistily, to be sure, but yet unmistakably.
They hugged each other joyfully and began to gather up their scattered belongings.
“It must be nearly lunch time,” sang Lucile. “We’ll go up and see what we look like and change our dresses and——”
“Then for the fun,” finished Evelyn.
“I say, Jessie, here’s the candy I promised you,” Phil called after her.
Jessie turned at the door and eyed the tempting box longingly.
“I’d love to, Phil,” she said, “but I can’t. Thanks just as much. I would spoil my lunch,” she added, lamely, making a hasty retreat.