“But what are you to do?” from Margaret, in whom the spirit of adventure was not so rampant.
“Listen to the Gentleman from Missouri!” cried Judy. “Come on and we’ll show you.”
“I like very muchly to be in the vehicle of musicians but I also like muchly to know what is the ultimately destination,” said Otoyo softly.
“She means the band wagon! She means the band wagon!” cried Judy. “Oh, my dear little Otoyo, if you were changed I could not bear this sad grey world.”
“Others, too, have notly changed,” said Otoyo slyly.
“What are you planning, Judy honey?” asked Molly, laughing.
“I haven’t any plan—nothing but something crazy and adventurous. I am dead tired of being so good and proper. I have rolled bandages and drawn threads and cut gauze until I feel like a machine. I want to have a romantic adventure. I’d like to put a tick-tack on Miss Walker’s window—I’d like to burn asafetida on the teacher’s stove, or put red pepper in the Bible so when she opens it to read she would sneeze her head off. I might content myself with making an apple pie bed for my dear brother-in-law——”
“Oh, please not that!” begged Molly. “My supply of sheets is stretched to the limit.”
“O. Henry would advise you to go out in the night and await Adventure. Adventure is always just around the corner. Step up to him and tap him on the shoulder,” suggested Katherine.
“It is very comfortable in here,” purred Jessie.