Susy's little pink and white face had lost its look of peaceful
placidity, her yellow curls their smoothness. Wet, bedraggled, but
happier than ever before in her life, and joyfully conscious that she
had for once boldly strayed from the narrow path of harmless routine,
she smiled back at Patricia.
"I guess we're all dry now," Patricia said presently. "It seems to me as
if it must be pretty near supper time."
Nell spread out her limp skirts. "Pretty looking set, we are, to go to
supper!"
But Patricia was thinking. "A gingham apron party supper ought to be
different," she said slowly; "Nell, let's you and me go get the
refreshments and bring them out here."
It was a glorious suggestion. Six pairs of eyes opened wide with
delight.
"B-but Sarah--" Mabel asked. Mabel had a knack of asking such questions.
"Oh, I reckon Sarah'll ask a heap of questions--Sarah's mighty
inquisitive at times," Patricia answered. "I rather think the best way
will be just to go ahead and not bother her about it."
"But how?" Mabel insisted.
"You leave that to Nell and me--we'll manage. The rest of you must wait
here; keep Custard with you. Oh, dear! I thought you were beautifully
dry, Susy Vail; what did you go sneeze for? Well, you'll just have to
keep moving, that's all.
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