“Mercy, no!” cried Hilary. “At this minute I can’t even remember the name of the Pink Kimono next door!”
“That is because we called her that first, I suppose; Lilian,—Lilian,—”
“North,” announced Hilary in triumph. “But the lot of ’em we met after dinner!”
“This is only the first day, remember.”
“But I can’t help feeling the way we do when we go to a new place, that we must remember everybody.”
“Why?”
“O, people feel hurt, you know—that’s one of our jobs, to get acquainted.”
“Our minister’s been in our church twenty-five years and almost belongs to our family, we think. He married Mamma and Papa and baptized us children, so we think everything of him and his wife, too.”
“Twenty-five years! We usually stay four or five years. I like to move around, but Mother doesn’t. If she has a nice parsonage she would certainly like the twenty-five year plan!”
Cathalina yawned, shook off her slippers and hopped into bed.