“Or a theater party.”
“We are not going to meet the Queen?” asked Mary innocently.
This was too much for the gravity of the other girls and for Miss Campbell, too, who loved a good laugh, and the room was filled with merriment.
“No, dear, we’re not going to meet the Queen, at least not yet,” said Miss Campbell, kissing Mary’s quiet, gentle face.
“Is it to be a party?”
“Of course. Else why wear your very best frocks?”
“But a big party?”
“No, a small one.”
“Is it to be here?”
“I shall not say,” said Miss Campbell firmly. “I shall not say another word.”