"I don't want to thit down," objected Tommy bobbing up again. "I want to
talk, then I want to danthe. Oh, I'm tho happy. But I'm a thight," she
added, glancing down at her gown.
"I agree with you," answered Harriet, smilingly. "Do sit down and compose
yourself. Where are the girls? Are they as flustrated as you are?"
"Yeth, and they're going, too. They're coming here with Mith Elting.
They're coming from over there." Harriet smiled as Grace waved an excited
hand toward the west, the direction in which the hill lay.
"Tell me about it. I am growing curious. Where is it we are going?"
Tommy bobbed up from her chair and began dancing about the room.
"Oh, ever and ever tho far."
By this time Mrs. Burrell began to understand. She realized that the cat
was about to jump out of the bag, but made no effort to assist Grace in
telling the story. Instead Harriet's mother sat with an amused smile on
her face.
"We're going away, we're going away. Don't you underthtand?"
"No, Tommy, I don't."
"Oh, fiddle!"
"Where is it that we are going?"
"Ever and ever tho far away. Way off in the woodth where the birdth thing
and the frogth croak and the mothquitoeth bite you and thpoil your
complexion. And, oh, gueth, gueth, Harriet."
Harriet threw up her hands, an expression of comical despair on her face.
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