“Now, be sure to say I want the children to come early—at half-past two.”
“Yes um!” And the little messengers danced out of the house.
“Flaxie,” said Mrs. Prim, rapping on the pantry window with the egg-beater, “are you sure you heard what I said?”
“Yes um.”
“What time did I set?”
“Ha’ pas’ two.”
“Very well.—And I shall be thankful when it is over,” sighed the poor lady, taking down the spice-box.
But wasn’t it gay times for the twin cousins, who had all the fun and none of the worry! I wish I were a little girl, just going to have a party, don’t you? They didn’t stop to look at the beautiful trees, with their bright October leaves, or at the sky, with its soft white clouds; they hopped along, their arms around each other’s waist, keeping time to the happy thoughts in their hearts.
“Oh, Milly, aren’t you glad you came to my house visiting?”
Milly was very glad to-day; she had not been glad yesterday, when they had the trouble about their dolls.