Prudy was going out of the room, but turned and came back.
"Grandma," said she, "if you love me, why don't you hug me?"
"O, I can't stop, dear," said grandma, laughing; "we can't hug little girls all the time."
But she did it.
After a while Grace, and Horace, and Susy came down stairs, and then there was a great time. As soon as breakfast was over, kind aunt Madge promised to make out a list of the little folks to be invited.
"First of all," said she, "are you going to have boys and girls, or only girls?"
"O, we don't want any boys," said cousin Grace, tossing her head; "they race round, and act so."
"Of course we don't want 'em," said Susy. "I'd laugh if we'd got to have a lot of noisy boys."
"Poh! we don't want boys," echoed Prudy. "They are pickin' fusses all the time."
Cousin Horace stood by aunt Madge's chair, looking quite forlorn, but too proud to say a word.