"Of course," answered Bess. "I am glad you came home in time, Elsie; Aleck is going to stay in and go with us."
"There are to be fireworks and lanterns and all sorts of things," observed Aleck, who lay at his ease in the hammock.
"Yes, I know," said Elsie, "and everybody is to have a—I don't know what you call it—something to remember the party by. Annie May told me herself."
"How nice! It will be almost like Christmas," said Louise.
"Not like one of Uncle William's parties, though," put in Carl.
"School begins next week, and three months of pegging before Christmas," groaned Aleck.
"Come on, then; let's make the most of the time we have," Carl urged energetically.
It was the afternoon of the next day, and Louise stood before the mirror critically viewing her sash.
"Why, Joanna! You have made Bess's bows ever so much longer than mine."
"I can't see what difference that makes," was the rather sharp reply, for the September day was warm and the task of dressing three restless young ladies for a party was not conducive to coolness.