“You think it is more religious to sleep Sunday afternoons, Katy?” interposed Marian smiling.
“Well, you can’t do anything bad when you are asleep,” replied Katy a little confused, but bound to stick to her point.
“Not a bad idea—whenever I am tempted to be bad after this, I’ll take a nap and throw the devil off the track that way.”
“My mother says it isn’t nice to talk about the devil.” Katy looked so gravely disapproving that Marian had hard work to keep her face straight.
“Oh, excuse me—I’ll be careful not to mention his Satanic majesty again. Well, Chicken Little, are you going to have a birthday party this year?”
“Not a really party, but Mother said I could have Katy and Gertie and Grace Dart come to tea. There’s going to be a sure enough birthday cake with candles and my name and age in pink frosting—and we’re going to have chocolate creams—and all the dolls.”
“I shall bring Violet—she’s got a new dress and she’s just had her hair glued on—I curled it on the curling iron,” said Gertie.
“I’m going to bring my nigger Dinah and you can play she helps wait on the table,” put in Katy.
“Dear me, is that the latest thing in dolldom, to have the guests wait on the table?” quizzed Marian.
“I guess it would be all right to play she did,” Jane responded with a grin.