"Goodness, yes! if you won't say anything more about it," interrupted Cricket, hastily. "And, oh, auntie! couldn't we have some charades? Some real, regular charades, I mean, not little ones all by ourselves."
"I'll be in them, if you'll have something I like," offered Archie, condescendingly.
"If we have any charades, you may be sure we won't ask you," returned Cricket, crushingly. "I'll have Will, though. He's a very good actress, and he doesn't spoil everything, as some other people do."
"Thank you," said Will, making a bow, with his hand on his heart.
"I'm out of it, then," said Archie, "for I know I'm not a good actress."
"Of course I meant actor. There isn't much difference, anyway. Just two letters. Anyway, we'll have a beautiful time. You'll have Edna, Eunice, and I'll have Hilda."
"What do you suppose would happen if it should chance to be a rainy week, and I should have you all on my hands to entertain in the house, now, while grandma is laid up? Would there be any house left?" asked Auntie Jean.
"The cellar," said Eunice. "But I'd be sorry for you, auntie."
"And I for myself. But I don't think it will rain, and you'll probably have a lovely time together."
"Don't expect too much," advised Will. "Anticipation is always better than reality, you know."