“Maybe I am and maybe I’m not. Perhaps I haven’t decided.”
“You are too, Katy Halford, you said you were.”
“I s’pose I ought to hang one for Miss Brown,” sighed Jane. “I don’t want to very bad—she’s been awful cross—and Marian. I’m going to give her the prettiest one I have. I wish I could send Alice one.”
“How is Alice getting on?” asked Mrs. Halford.
“All right. I guess she’s learned a lot—she says she stays up till ten o’clock every night studying. Her aunt Clara gave her a pretty new dress—and a new coat. Her aunt’s going to take her to the seashore with them this summer, maybe. I wish I could go to the seashore.”
“I’ve been to the lakes—that’s most like the seashore, isn’t it, Mother?” Katy boasted.
“A little. But you haven’t told us about the baskets, Katy. Where are the other four going? I’m getting curious myself.”
Katy looked up at her mother’s teasing face.
“I’ll tell you, Mumsey, but I sha’n’t tell the girls.” Katy jumped up and whispered something to her mother.
“There, there, dear, you tickle my ear and I didn’t half hear.”