"That's 'cause we had so much other stuff to do," replied Martha.
"I wish we could play Nathan Hale and the British now," ventured Jack.
"You just can't in a place full of furniture—no trees, no grass, no creek to play with," remonstrated George.
"It's 'most eight o'clock. Maggie should be finished with her supper long ago," said Martha, getting up to peep out of the door to see if there were any signs of the maid in the long hallway.
To her great delight she saw Maggie coming down the soft carpeted corridor, and soon after, she knocked at the door.
"Is you'se all right in here?" questioned Maggie.
"As right as can be without that ice cream," retorted George.
Maggie grinned. "Yer mudder said you'se were to have it sent up at eight-thirty. I th'ot like as how I'd stop to see if I wuz wanted for anything and if not, I'd run upstairs to get the clean towels for your rooms."
"Run ahead, and don't be behind time with the cream," agreed Jack, sighing, as he took up a magazine from the center table.
"This is a tiresome life when there's nothing to kill time with," also sighed George, after Maggie had gone.