"The greens smell sweet and Christmas-sy, too," said Shirley. "We had such fun gathering them this morning. It seemed a pity to do it by ourselves."
"If I 'd known of it, I should have blown out through the factory roof and landed over in grandfather's woods!" declared Peter, coming up to shake hands. "Woods in winter! And to-morrow's a holiday! Are we to stay? I thought I fell over a grip as I got out of the sleigh."
"Indeed you are--for four days."
"Four days! I only wish I could!"
"You can--evenings and nights and mornings."
"Do you mean it? Are we invited?"
"We are."
"Who thought this magnificent scheme up?" demanded Peter. "Ah, you 're blushing! I might have----"
"I 've been out in the cold air more than half the day," and Shirley covered one brilliant cheek with her hand. "Are n't you hungry?"
"Famishing!"