“Well, can’t my little girl wait till then and see what more, for herself? That’s much better than having some one tell you,” remonstrated Aunt Betty.
“I’ll tell you, Dorothy,” said Alfy.
“You will?” interrupted Dorothy, “you dear.”
“Don’t interrupt me, Dorothy. I was going to say—what was I going to say?” said Alfy. “I know. I said I’d tell you—well, I meant to say I would tell you that a surprise isn’t a surprise if you know beforehand.”
“I thought you were going to tell me,” remarked Dorothy, “but you didn’t even intend to.”
“I guess my little girl will have to wait,” severely murmured Aunt Betty, kissing Dorothy, who by this time was standing very near her aunt’s chair.
“Well,” said Dorothy, “I guess I shall have to.” So she sat down and took up her sewing again.
All three carefully sewed in silence for some time till Aunt Betty said: “Dorothy, girl, I think you could try on this dress, now.”
“Certainly,” replied Dorothy. “I am sure I ought to be quite willing.”