“Let’s make it next Saturday morning,” suggested Rodney, “and get a good early start so we can get back in time for the game in the afternoon. You ask your mother, Matty, and see if you can go.”
“We have our music Saturday mornings,” said Matty sadly.
“Then I guess we’d better wait until spring,” responded Tad with a somewhat relieved tone in his voice.
“Perhaps, though,” said May thoughtfully, “we could get Miss Mapes to let us have our lesson Friday after school. We could ask her, Matty.”
So, in the end, it was agreed that the twins were to try to arrange things so that they could get away next Saturday morning, and that, if they were successful, the party was to start out for Finger Rock at half-past eight, or as soon after as possible. Then, the twins having volunteered to attend to the luncheon, and the boys having indicated their preferences in the matter of viands, the assemblage broke up, Kitty by this time being thoroughly chilled through, and the boys retired to their own premises by way of the hedge.
“We’ll let you know to-morrow noon,” called Matty from the porch.
“All right,” answered Tad. “And I say, Matty! If we do go, keep away from dumplings the day before, please!”
They could hear the twin’s laughter as they gained their own side of the hedge.