CHAPTER II
The Cooperative Parents
“I wonder how a place like this apartment will look to her,” Beulah said thoughtfully. “I wonder if it will seem elegant, or cramped to death. I wonder if she will take to it kindly, or with an ill concealed contempt for its limitations.”
“The poor little thing will probably be so frightened and homesick by the time David gets her here, that she won’t know what kind of a place she’s arrived at,” Gertrude suggested. “Oh, I wouldn’t be in your shoes for the next few days for anything in the world, Beulah Page; would you, Margaret?”
The third girl in the group smiled.
“I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. “It would be rather fun to begin it.”
“I’d rather have her for the first two months, and get it over with,” Beulah said decisively. “It’ll be hanging over your head long after my ordeal is over, and by the time I have to have her again she’ll be absolutely in training. You don’t come until the fifth on the list you know, Gertrude. Jimmie has her after me, then Margaret, then Peter, and you, 15 and David, if he has got up the courage to tell his mother by that time.”
“But if he hasn’t,” Gertrude suggested.
“He can work it out for himself. He’s got to take the child two months like the rest of us. He’s agreed to.”