J. C. Woolcot.'"
Judy moaned. "Six horrid little Digby-Smiths sitting in the
theatre watching our fun with their six horrid little eyes," she
said bitterly.
Bunty, who was mathematically inclined, wanted to know why they
wouldn't look at it through their twelve horrid little eyes, and
Judy laughed and came down from the table, after expressing a
wicked wish that the little Digby-Smiths might all tumble over the
dress-circle rail before the curtain rose. Meg shut her book with
a hurried bang.
"Has Pip gone yet? Father'll be awfully cross. Oh dear, what a
head I've got!" she said. "Where's Esther? Has anyone seen Esther?"
"My DEAR Meg!" Judy said; "why, it's at least two hours since
Esther went up the drive before your very nose. She's gone to
Waverly--why, she came in and told you, and said she trusted you
to see about the coat, and you said, 'M--'m! all right.'"
Meg gave a startled look of recollection. "Did I have to clean
it?" she asked in a frightened tone, and pushing her fair hair
back from her forehead. "Oh, girls! what WAS it I had to do?"
"Clean with benzine, iron while wet, put in a cool place to keep
warm, and bake till brown," said Judy promptly.
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