“I haven’t any reason. I just want to won’t,” answered Eunice, half laughing. “There, go away, Marjorie. I’m so cross that I want to bite nails.”
Eunice was always an independent little body, so Marjorie, with a pat on her head, left her struggling with the Tam. Cricket went back to her book, and Eunice worked on for ten minutes in silence.
“There!” she said at last, in a tone of triumph, holding up her cap on her hand. “It’s done. That looks all right, too, doesn’t it, when I put it on? You see, when it’s on crooked, then it’s straight. Do you see that quirk? That’s very stylish,” and Eunice paraded up and down before the glass.
“Isn’t it quirky?” said Cricket, admiringly. “Let’s go down to the library now for mamma. You know she wanted us to go before this afternoon with those books. You can wear your cap.”
“Exactly what I meant to do, Miss Scricket. Get the books and come on.”
It was Saturday morning. The night before had been rainy, but it had cleared off bright and very cold, leaving all the sidewalks covered with a glare of ice. Ashes and sand were liberally sprinkled, but walking was, nevertheless, a matter needing some care.
The girls went carefully down the front steps, which were somewhat slippery, although they had already been scraped.
“And there comes Johnnie-goat, prancing along as if he were on his native rocks,” said Eunice, looking personally injured, as the big, white goat came sauntering abstractedly down the street, in the distance.
“I don’t think he looks as goatified as usual, though,” said Cricket, glancing over her shoulder. “Poor old Johnnie! I haven’t seen him for ages. Let’s get another picture of him, sometime, Eunice.”
The camera had by no means been forgotten all winter. Many pictures had been taken, although the girls had never developed any more by themselves. They had taken many pretty views of different things. They had the twins in nearly every possible attitude, and numberless pictures of each other. Only the out-door views were much of a success, though, and they were looking forward with great anticipation to Kayuna, next summer, where they meant to photograph every stick and stone.