"Mamma, there's a little girl coming to see me this afternoon. Are you willing?"
"This afternoon? Who?"
She might have asked who wasn't coming, and I could have answered better.
I thought a minute, and then said, "Fel," for I knew she liked her best of all the little folks.
"Very well," said mother, and went on stretching the carpet.
Fel came so often that it was hardly worth mentioning.
"But, mamma, there's somebody else coming, too. It's—it's—Dunie Foster."
Dunie was a lady-child, almost as well-behaved as Fel.
"Ah! I'd rather have her come some other time. But run away, dear, you are troubling me. Take the little girls into the dining-room. I want the sitting-room kept nice for callers."
I couldn't get my mouth open to say another word. Three o'clock was the usual hour for little girls to go to parties, and I flew into the kitchen to ask Ruth what time it was.