Her lessons suffered sadly from her excitement. She got wrong answers to four of her ten examples. When her teacher asked her for the second time where New York was situated, she answered confusedly, “Over on Front Street,” and was soundly, scolded for her lack of attention.
She relieved her mind of a few questions at noon.
Was the wedding going to be at night? Could she sit up till it was all over? Was Alice going? Were Katy and Gertie going?
General conversation at the dinner table had to be largely suspended till her curiosity was satisfied.
“Well, Miss Interrogation Point,” laughed her father when she had finally subsided for a moment, “any other little matters you’d like to know about?”
Chicken Little was too intent on her own ideas to notice his pleasantry.
“Why isn’t Alice going?”
“Because she won’t be invited, my dear,” responded Mrs. Morton shortly.
“Why won’t you invite her, Mother?”
“My dear, I do not do the inviting. Marian and her mother will attend to that part. Besides, my child, it is hardly customary to send wedding cards to hired girls. I may offer Alice’s services to Mrs. Gates to help in the kitchen.”