“Not till next Thursday!” exclaimed Pinky, in a tone of disappointment.
“The school's only once a week.”
Pinky chafed a good deal, but it was of no use; she must wait.
“You'll be sure and go next Thursday?” she said.
“If Mother lets me,” replied the child.
“Oh, I'll see to that; I'll make her let you. What time does the school go in?”
“At three o'clock.”
“Very well. You wait for me. I'll come round here at half-past two, and go with you. I want to see the young lady. They'll let me come into the school and learn to sew, won't they?”
“I don't know; you're too big, and you don't want to learn.”
“How do you know I don't?”