“It’s perfectly swell,” exclaimed Kit. “Aunt Della told me when I first started in that I could give a party for the girls, and this is it. After it is all over I’ll tell her about Jeannette, and I know she’ll enjoy it and approve.”
“Is Ginny going to decorate the study for the occasion?” asked Anne. “We ought to have something sort of different, don’t you think?”
“Pioneer stuff would be the only thing, and I don’t know where we’d scare that up.”
“There’s a whole cabinet of them in the Dean’s room at the college.”
The two girls looked at each other wisely. The subject really needed no argument or discussion. Kit said briefly, “I’ll try. I think I can get some of them anyway if I approach Uncle Bart as a humble student seeking knowledge.”
All unprepared for the onslaught, the Dean sat enjoying his after-dinner smoke that evening when Kit came to the door and knocked.
“Come in,” he called a little bit testily, looking over his glasses at the intruder. “I don’t think I can talk with you just now, my dear,” he said, “I’m very busy working out a dynasty problem.”
“Oh, but I’d love to help,” Kit pleaded, “and I did help before on the aborigines of Japan, didn’t I? I even remember their names, the Ainos.”
“This is early Egyptian. Something you know nothing whatever about.”
“Just mummies?” inquired Kit.