At noon they took another tack.
“I forgot to tell you that Mamie sent her regards 176to you and Katy,” Ernest remarked casually.
“She said she was sorry you didn’t come, too,” added Sherm.
Jane lifted her eyebrows at Katy. Katy shook her head.
“By the way, Sis, I forgot to tell you that Captain Clarke invited us all to come over to supper to-morrow night. He said to tell you he appreciated that bread very much. And while I think of it, if you can spare a little of your valuable time, I’d thank you to rip that stitching out of our clothes. I want to wear mine to the Captain’s.”
“All right, we’ll rip out the stitching if you’ll bake us a batch of bread as good as the one you took.”
“Not much, Mary Ann! We took the bread to the Captain, all right.”
“Yes, but we only intended to send one loaf–and, besides, you made us a lot of trouble.”
“Mother, haven’t the girls got to take out that stitching?”
“I think Jane’s proposition is a fair one, Ernest,” observed Dr. Morton dryly.