"No, I'd rather tell it to you all together," insisted Betty, with a
shake of her head. "It wouldn't be fair to Grace to tell it to you two
first. We'll wait."
"I'll go in and ask her to hurry," ventured Amy. She was always
willing to do what she could to promote peace, harmony, and general
good feeling. If ever anyone wanted anything done, Amy was generally
the first to volunteer.
"There's no great hurry," said Betty, "though from the way I rushed
over here you might think so. But really, it is the grandest thing!
Oh, girls, such a time as may be ahead of us this summer!" and she
pretended to hug herself in delight.
"Betty Nelson, you've just got to tell us!" insisted Mollie. "Look
out, Amy, I'm going to get up."
Getting up from a hammock-- or doing anything vigorous, for that
matter-- was always a serious business with quick Mollie. She
generally warned her friends not to "stand too close."
"Never mind, here comes Grace," interrupted Amy. "Do sit still,
Mollie; it's too warm to juggle-- or is it jiggle?-- around so."
"Make it wiggle," suggested Betty.
"Do hurry, Grace," called Mollie "We can't hear about the grand
surprise until you get here, and we're both just dying to know what it
is.
Pages:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25