“Well, it was only this, and if any one has anything better to offer, I’m only too glad to hear about it. I thought that you girls could all dress up in your ceremonial costumes. In the meantime, I’ll have a fire made in the living-room fireplace and then I’ll go to meet her.”
“And leave us home?” Evelyn interrupted.
“Exactly,” said Lucile, firmly. “As I said before, I’ll go to meet her and bring her here. Then I’ll take her upstairs to get her things off and tell her you girls will be here right away.”
“And we’re to be hidden in some other room, I suppose,” Marjorie ventured.
“Uh-huh. Then I’ll get her down into the living-room and make her comfortable in front of the fire——”
“Let us hope it’s a cool day,” Margaret interjected.
“We’ll hope so,” agreed Lucile. “We will have plenty of cool days yet, anyway, before spring sets in in earnest, 29 and maybe the day after to-morrow will be one of them. I’ll get her to sit there, even if it is warm.”
“What then, Lucile?” asked one of the girls. “I have a feeling that the most interesting part is yet to come.”
“It is,” said Lucile. “You see, I’ll be talking to her so hard that she won’t notice what’s going on around her much—that is, if you are careful. Then you come in, one by one, on your tip-toes and sit in a semicircle behind her.”
“Oh, that will be a lark,” cried Evelyn. “And are we to wait till she finds us out?”