“I don’t believe we’ll make the bus,” panted Doris, turning around so that the wind wouldn’t blow in her face.
“Yes we will—come on—don’t stop—hurry!” commanded Elizabeth Ann.
“Oh—here comes Catherine!” Doris cried in some dismay. “She’s waving to us—she wants us to wait for her, Elizabeth Ann.”
Elizabeth Ann glanced over her shoulder. Far down the road was Catherine, not walking fast, not running, but moving along at an ordinary pace. She was waving her hand and calling to them.
“Hurry!” shouted Elizabeth Ann. “It’s late—hurry, Catherine, or you’ll miss the bus.”
That provoking Catherine wouldn’t hurry. She continued to walk as she always did, and she continued to call to Elizabeth Ann and Doris to stop and wait for her.
“We might as well stop,” said Elizabeth Ann with a sigh. “She slows us up making us turn round like this.”
They waited till Catherine caught up with them, though it was cold standing still. Catherine didn’t seem to think she had walked slowly at all.
“Daddy was cross and wouldn’t bring me in the car,” she explained. “He said if I got up when Mother first called me I would have had plenty of time to walk. I wanted to stay home to-day, but he wouldn’t let me do that, either.”
“I hear the bus!” cried Elizabeth Ann suddenly. “We’re late we’ll have to run.”