“No; at least not that I know of.”
“It must be a party then.”
“No—not a party, either.” She laughed merrily. Her face was hidden as she bent over the roses, but her ears were pink under the heavy brown hair that fell, curling, over them.
“Well, then, somebody’s comin’ to see you.”
“No; I’ll have to tell you.” She lifted a glad, shy face. “I’m goin’ on the moonlight excursion.”
“Oh, now! Sure? Well, I’m reel glad.”
“So’m I. I never wanted to go anywheres so much in my life. I’ve been ’most holdin’ my breath for fear ma’d get sick.”
“How is your ma?”
“Well, she ain’t very well; she never is, you know.”
“What ails her?”