"Certainly not very sociable," was Violet's comment.
At last came the time when the boys were to arrive.
The girls were in a fever of excitement and anticipation, for they knew that they would have just about twice as much fun with the boys as without them.
"We can go on picnics," said Laura, putting on her hat over one eye as she had a habit of doing when unusually excited, "and long tramps in the woods, and—oh, all sorts of things."
"I wonder if that old wagon will ever come," said Violet, looking anxiously down the road. "If it doesn't hurry we'll be too late to meet the train."
The boy who daily brought them provisions from the village had been commissioned to send the antiquated carriage after the girls so that they could get down to the village in time to meet the early train. But the girls, with no confidence in the country lad's memory, had been sure he would forget all about it.
"If he doesn't come pretty soon, the boys will get off the train with no one to meet them," Violet went on worrying. "They won't know where to go."
"Goodness, they'll know where to go just as well as we did," said Billie, regarding herself sideways in the mirror to be sure she had not forgotten anything. "They aren't infants, you know."
"Here it comes! Here it comes!" sang out Laura from her place at the window. "Are you ready, girls?"
The answer was a concerted rush for the stairs and in another minute the girls were out in the bright sunlight, running to meet the stage.