“It was a nice party!” sighed Winona, for the tenth time, next day.
“It was,” admitted Tom. “I enjoyed it myself. Also the eats were good. Very clever of us to give a party like that. The question is, if you girls had to manage a real meal what would happen?”
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” said Winona. “This very afternoon, at Mrs. Bryan’s!”
“Oh, can’t I go?” clamored Florence.
“Well, it’s just Helen and Louise and Adelaide Hughes and I,” Winona hesitated. “It’s the maid’s day out, and we’re going to get the supper and clear it away. Four of the others are going to do it a day or so later. And we’re all going to try to get the same supper at our own houses, the next night.”
“Then of course I want to go!” said Florence, “so I can get the same supper at home the next night.”
Still Winona hesitated. It certainly is a nuisance to have a small sister who wants to tag, when you are just starting off to have a particularly nice time with your most intimate friends. And to add to the charm of the situation, just then in rushed Puppums through the back door, and seeing Winona with her hat in her hand, promptly sat up and began to beg wildly. Winona began to laugh.
“Oh, come on, then, the whole family!” she said.
Florence and Puppums both yelped for joy.
“Shall I send Tom over to bring you back this evening?” asked Winona’s mother, who was sitting near.