"
Custard barked a prompt disapproval of this scheme. Maybe the party
could do without him, but he was quite sure he could not do without
the party.
"Come on," Patricia told him, starting back down the path.
She had got as far as the gate leading into the meadow, when a new idea
came to her. Swinging slowly back and forth on the gate, she considered
this idea; her gray eyes dancing, as its possibilities opened up before
her mental vision.
"And if Susy Vail hasn't a gingham apron, I'll lend her one; she seems
the sort of girl not to have one," Patricia confided to Custard, as they
once more made their way towards the house.
If only the coast were clear!
Sarah was on the back piazza, pitting cherries, but Sarah was easily
managed.
"My sakes, Miss P'tricia!" Sarah lifted her plump hands in horror,
"whatever is you-un been up to now?"
"Where's Aunt Julia, Sarah?"
"Done left for Gar's Hollow just five minutes ago, your pa sent Jim back
for her in the gig. What you say, Miss P'tricia?"
For under her breath, Patrica was saying jubilantly:
"It's--providential!"
"N-nothing--that is, I was only thinking out loud," she told Sarah.
"Don't you go worrying 'bout dat ere party, honey; hit'll come off all
right.
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