“And to help out,” Amy said, with a giggle, “Henrietta is invited over to the Stanley bungalow to play with little Sally.”
“I guess Aunt Freda will get along all right with them,” observed Nell, with some amusement. “But Fred pretty nearly floored her at the start. She says it takes her several hours to get ‘acclimated’ when she comes to our house.”
“What did Fred say—or do?” asked Jessie, interested.
“There was something Aunt Freda advised him to do and he said he would—‘to-morrow.’
“‘Don’t you know,’ she asked him, ‘that “to-morrow never comes”?’
“‘Gee! and to-morrow’s my birthday,’ grumbled Fred. ‘Now I suppose I won’t have any.’”
“What kids they are!” gasped Amy, when she had recovered from her laughter. “I don’t know whether a younger brother is worse than an older brother or not. I’ve had my troubles with Darrington,” and she sighed with mock seriousness.
“Ha!” exclaimed Jessie. “I guess he’s had his troubles with you. Do you remember when you smeared your hands all up with chocolate cake and tried to wipe them clean on Darry’s new trousers?”
Nell shouted with laughter at this revelation, but it did not trouble Amy Drew in the least.
“Yes,” she admitted. “My taste in the art of dressing, you see, was well developed even at that early age. Those trousers, I remember, were of an atrocious pattern.”