‘No,’ answered Mother, who was slicing bread very thin, ‘Aunt Bee is going to make your cake.’
‘Then I must go over and help her,’ said Sally. ‘I helped her before, and the cake was good.’
‘No, indeed,’ replied Mother hastily. ‘Aunt Bee won’t need your help this morning. And you really must straighten the attic, Sally. I am ashamed of the way it looks.’
‘I will, then,’ said Sally, starting upstairs. ‘But what are you making, Mother?’
‘Sandwiches,’ replied Mother. ‘Yes, for the party. Run, Sally, I think I hear Paulina calling you.’
Sally laughed. She knew that was Mother’s way of telling her to go.
So, carrying the bathtub, she went up to the attic and told her children all about her presents and promised a sight of them before long.
She put Nancy Lee in the bathtub and bathed her all over, a dry bath this morning because Sally was in a hurry. She took Dora and Nora and Flora out of their shoe-box and sat them on the sofa in a row, just to give them a change of scene, as it were.
She straightened the doll-house and tidied all her toys.
Then with two sashes, kindly lent by Paulina, she went in search of Tippy and Buff.