“I imagine we’ll think of several things we’ve forgotten before we’ve been long at our destination,” said Aurora.
Dorothy uttered a startled exclamation.
“My goodness! How you startled me,” said Aunt Betty. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve forgotten something already.”
“Now our troubles begin.” Mrs. Calvert heaved a long sigh of resignation. “Well, what is it?”
“My curling irons.”
“Pouff! I might have known you were starting a joke. You’ll be lucky to have a comb and brush, young lady, let alone curling irons, and as for a mirror, I’m blessed if I believe we thought to bring one.”
“I have one,” smiled Aurora. “It will do for all. We can take turns each morning combing our hair.”
“A fine idea,” said Jim. “Every morning, I’ll delegate myself as a sort of camp marshal to see that each of you has a turn at the mirror. So when you hear me call, ‘Hey, Molly; you’re next!’ you want to bestir yourself.”
Ephraim, who had been silent most of the time since the car left the city, now burst into a loud guffaw.