“But who’s taking care of you?” persisted Paul.
“Oh, Miss Dora and Miss Bee said they would, but they always let us do anything,” said Effie easily, “it was such a lovely chance.”
“Well, I think you are big sillies,” said Pauline virtuously, but she began untwisting Effie’s tight brown curls and twisting them together again in the way she had ever loved to do.
While as to Lynn and Florence, they were almost rubbing noses in the joy of the reunion.
“It’s just too dreadful at the hotel,” said Effie, “we’d rather be at school. There’s nothing to do all day.”
“’Cept walk along the road with nurse, and mind you don’t get your good school frock spoiled”—Effie’s was the complaint. “Can’t have fun in the hotel garden or you spoil their silly old beds.”
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“Can’t shout in the house or a lot of old ladies put their fingers up at you.”
“Can’t make a mud pie like at your house, ’cause you’ve got to be clean all the time.”
The angry duet went on and on till the spirits of the little holland frocks were somewhat relieved, after the restrictions imposed upon them by the residence of their parents for a “holiday” in a fashionable hotel.
“We just long and long for ‘Greenways’.”