“Her flower beds weeded and all that wild grass dug out of the paths.”
“Oh!” was the disappointed reception of the commonplace proposition.
“I can wear old gloves, you know,” ventured Trixie.
Her hearers laughed as Trixie’s nails still showed the result of the earnest efforts of a city polish, of which she was quite proud.
“Well, we may consider Edith’s plan as a side-work,” grudged Elizabeth, when no other inspiration seemed on tap.
Mrs. Remington was not permitted to forget her promise to take everybody on the Medric for a last farewell to her at the Camp Grounds where the Boston boat stopped for passengers. Whether it was the farewell, the sail, or the fun on the mainland that was the inducement, she wisely refrained from questioning.
“What if it rains!” wondered Edith.
“Oh, we can wear clothes that won’t be damaged by a drop of rain,” said Elizabeth.
“Trixie can wear her checked skirt if it’s rain you want,” plagued Billy.
“Now then, I’ll wear it just for spite!” retorted Trixie. “I’ll prove to you by the sunshine that the checks are not a rain jinx!”