“Isn’t she dear, and didn’t the whole thing sound just like her?” cried Jessie.
“Exactly,” agreed Evelyn, and then added, “If she is counting the hours till she sees us, I wonder what we’ll be doing.” 28
“We’ll be making the hours count,” said Lucile.
“Good for you, Lucy; that’s what I call efficiency,” cried Marjorie. “Make time work for us.”
“Yes, but how are we going to do it?” said Ruth, distrustfully.
“I’ll tell you,” Lucile answered. “I thought that we ought to give our guardian a surprise when she comes. She hasn’t been here for so long, and we ought to make it something she will remember.”
“You’ve thought of something, Lucy; I can tell that,” cried Jessie. “Suppose you let us know about it.”
“Go ahead, Lucy—we’ll let you think for all the rest of us,” Marjorie suggested. “You can do it better, anyway.”
“How very kind of you!” mocked Lucile. “I appreciate your generosity immensely.”
“Go on; tell us your idea, Lucy,” urged Margaret. “Never mind her.”