"I think we had
better go now, and have a fire this evening."
"Oh, Grace, don't be a kill-joy," said her brother. "It is going to be
too wonderful a night to spend indoors."
"Well, if Mrs. Irving says so," she began, and they all knew it was
settled.
"Have dinner early, will you?" Roy urged, taking out his watch. "It is a
quarter past five now. Can you be ready to start by six?"
"Oh, long before," Mollie assured him, rising hurriedly, and starting
toward the house, while the others followed her example.
Then after a whispered consultation with the girls at the door, she
turned and threw the boys a merry glance.
"If you are very good," she said, "we will let you eat with us
to-night."
"Fine!" cried Allen. "And biscuits, Betty?"
"Biscuits," she answered.
They were hilarious all during the meal. In the first place, everything
was delicious, and in the second, everybody was in the best of spirits.
Afterward they cleared away the dishes in no time, and the four girls,
Mrs. Irving having refused to be of the party, ran upstairs to get the
light wraps that were always needed at night.
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