"I just hate beginning and then I love it," cried Alice.
"You won't love it when you get into fractions," retorted Billy, "'course its fun down in the baby grades!" He spoke from the lofty distinction of a sub-freshman in the Technical High. Some day Billy was going to make boilers like his father.
"I don't mind school, but it's the fuss getting things ready. I just despise dressmakers! You wait, Ken, until mother gets after you and you stand by the hour and have Miss Harris fit you! The only fun is watching to see how many pins she can put in her mouth without swallowing any. Did that governess make your clothes?"
Keineth described the funny little shop where Tante took her twice a year. "They kept my measurements there and Tante would just look at the materials."
"And you never decided as to what color you wanted or had ribbons and things?" cried Peggy wonderingly.
Keineth's face colored a little. "Madame Henri thought plain things better," she explained.
"That's what mother says, but that plain things can be pretty, too. She always lets us choose our color because she says it trains our tastes. And this year, if I don't have a pink dress for best I'm going to make an awful fuss!" "I'd like a pink dress," Keineth agreed shyly, "I never had one!"
Peggy jumped off the trunk.
"Let's tease for pink dresses just alike; and now what do you say to a last game of tennis?"
"Make it doubles! I'll play with Alice," cried Billy, eagerly dropping his work. And with merry laughter they rushed away.