“If we only had a Turkish rug for the floor, our hut would look wonderful!” sighed Joan, admiring the latest additions.
“Why cry for the moon when you can have the sun?” laughed Mrs. Vernon.
“What do you mean? Did you bring a rug?” asked Joan, quickly.
“Oh, we forgot that crex mat, didn’t we? Do you suppose it is still down in the bushes?” asked Betty, anxiously.
“I quite forgot it myself, girls. But that was not what I meant just now. The moment Joan mentioned a rug, I thought of something I read about in the Handbook. We ought to weave a mat of grass or willows for that palace.”
“If we only could! It would be so in keeping,” said Betty, softly, that her voice would not interrupt the others who were loudly acclaiming this idea from the Captain.
“I wish to goodness Sunday were a week away so we could finish up all the fine plans we have started,” sighed Ruth.
“Well, Ruth, only our folks are coming out this Sunday, you know, and we needn’t mind them much. If it wasn’t that we needed ’Liza’s cake and bread and other things, we could have postponed the call for a week,” said Betty, condolingly.
As usual, Betty’s candor made them laugh, and Mrs. Vernon said: “Yes, I fear our invitation had an awfully big string to it this week.”