“Let’s leave them and go swing,” suggested Katy.
Chicken Little sighed.
“Mother’d never let me use them again if I didn’t clean them up and put them away.”
“Well,” said Katy, “I’ll take my things home, but I don’t think I ought to help you wash yours.”
“Why, Katy Halford, you asked me to use them!”
“Never mind, Jane, I’ll help you. Katy can just go off if she wants to. ’Twon’t take long and I love to wipe,” said peacemaker Gertie avoiding a storm.
Katy thought better of deserting and the work was soon done in their very best manner, which, however, did not include washing the inside of the very sticky sugar bowl or gathering up the remains of the impossible potatoes. But Alice saved the day by attending to these small details and Chicken Little was free to worry over the hated patchwork.
“Wisht I could stay out here in the sun for always,” she sighed.
“Huh, I don’t. There wouldn’t be any coasting or skating or candy pulls or——”