"Kitty, you don't really mean that?
Oh no, of course you don't; she couldn't really come to-day, she would have lots to do first--packing and saying 'good-byes.'" "I should think she hadn't a friend to say 'good-bye' to," said Kitty naughtily.

"Any way, I am not going to worry about her.

If she doesn't come--oh, it'll be perfectly lovely; and if she does--well, we will get all the fun we can beforehand, and after, too, of course; but we will try and have some jolly times first, won't we?
What shall we do to-day?
I wonder if Dan has planned anything." What Dan's plan might be was really the important point, for according to him the others, as a rule, shaped their day.
"I don't know if Dan has made any," cried Betty with sudden alertness, "but I know what would be simply lovely.

Let's spend the day in Wenmere Woods, and take our lunch with us, and then have tea at the farm--ham and eggs, and cream, and cake, and--" "Oh, I know," interrupted Kitty; "just what Mrs.Henderson always gives us--" "No," interrupted Betty anxiously, "not what she always gives us; we will have fried ham and eggs as well, because, you see, it is a kind of special day." "Very well, we will if we have money enough.

I wonder if Dan will agree." "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," clanged out the town clock viciously.