"Just like you!" they exclaimed, half amused, half provoked. "What are you going to do about it now?"
"What can we do? The autos are here already with the rest of the people. There are the Carsons and here comes Miss Pomeroy."
"And there is Tabitha's father in his new machine."
"Yes, and mine," said Myra. "My! won't he be mad to think we aren't even dressed? If there is one thing above another that he abominates, it is having to wait for a woman to get ready to go somewhere. Well, I suppose I'll have to break the news to him. Then after you have all gone home again, won't I get the dickens?"
"Hold on!" cried Tabitha, as Myra started for the door. "There is no need of that, is there? I've got a brilliant inspiration. Didn't you say when you investigated the larder last night that your aunt must have baked just a-purpose for our visit?"
"Yes, words to that effect. There is a whole crock full of doughnuts and another of cookies. She must have had baking day just before she decided to take her little trip. But why?"
"We'll just fill our pockets——"
"Haven't any!"
"Well, our hands, then, and eat our breakfast on the sly."
"On the fly you mean," said Gwynne, sarcastically.