"Oh, hasn't it been perfectly awful," cried Mollie, facing them with
shining eyes, "to have to go around calmly for hours and hours as if
nothing had happened?"
"With a letter just begging to be read, too!" put in Betty, two fever
spots of excitement on her cheeks. "I don't think I could ever do it
again."
"Well, it's all over now," said Amy, taking her own thick and promising
looking letter from her silk blouse where it had rustled and crackled
betrayingly all day. "I don't know about you girls, but I just can't wait
another second."
"Oh, please wait just a moment until I get my shoes off," begged Grace,
sinking down on the edge of the bed and removing the shoes from her aching
feet. "Oh dear," she moaned, "I know I'll have to get a size larger next
time, and if I do I'll be ashamed to be seen in the street."
"Well, even my patient and much-tried pedal extremities feel a little the
worse for wear to-night," admitted Mollie, as she flung a shoe
vindictively to the farthest corner of the room.
"And mine," agreed Betty, taking up the plaint. "I tell you what," she
added. "Let's all just get undressed and tumble into the big bed
and--enjoy ourselves."
The suggestion was unanimously accepted, and thereafter various soft and
filmy garments flew thick and fast as the girls got ready for the treat
which had been postponed all through the long, long day,--almost the
longest they had ever known.
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