“she stopped for a moment on the bridge.”
“Oh, Molly, where have you been?” cried Mother. “I couldn’t go after you because I couldn’t leave Baby. And I couldn’t take him.”
Molly scarcely heard. “Oh, Mother, Mother,” she cried, “it looks like a party. And it sounds like one. Is it a party, Mother?”
“Yes,” said Mother, “your own little party, Molly. And you’re the only one who is late. How could you forget?”
“But I didn’t forget, Mother,” cried Molly, hurrying out of her coat, “truly I didn’t. Every step of the way I said it, and I said it to Miss Eleanor the very first thing.”
“What did you say?” asked Mother.
“Three minutes after five,” said Molly.
Mother laughed. “Why, Molly dear, you got the hour and minutes turned around. I said five minutes after three. Well, never mind. Run along just as you are. It’s a lovely party, dear, with truly ice-cream in it.”