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"I told him if he insisted upon eating the sixth chicken pattie he would be sorry, and now I hope he is." The girls were all sitting on desks as near as they could get to Sally and Janet. "Dancing school begins next week," Eleanor announced. "Who's going this year?" "You and Janet are, aren't you?" Rosamond asked Phyllis. "I haven't asked Auntie Mogs yet, but I suppose we are," Phyllis replied.
I feel perfectly well; but it's such fun being an invalid. I told Annie to bring luncheon up here. Auntie Mogs is out and I waited for you." "Angel, you must be starved to death, but here comes Annie now. I can hear her venerable boots creaking up the stairs." Annie appeared with a tray, and Phyllis busied herself putting the table where Janet could reach it comfortably.
I love your widow's walk, but I am frozen to death." They went down together and found Auntie Mogs sitting before the fire in the living-room, roasting chestnuts, while Martha stood in the doorway and offered suggestions and gossip. It was late before they went to bed, but when Janet finally fell asleep she was still holding Phyllis's hand in her firm grasp.
This we performed in a very satisfactory manner, except that, on our return, just when we were opposite the beautiful little village of Bray, resting on our oars, and responding to each other the alternate verses of that aquatic air, now, I fear, become obsolete, though so full of pathos: "Oliver and his dear, His dear and Oliver John Mogs and all his hogs, His hogs and sweet John Mogs Agnes and her geese, Her geese and sweet Agnes, &c."
It contained a very beautiful bracelet set with a single large sapphire, and tied to it was a card which read "Merry Christmas to my girl, from Don" "The darling," Phyllis said happily as she clasped it over her arm; "what a wonderful gift!" "Indeed it is, my dear," Auntie Mogs agreed, "but" she added with a smile, "I think you deserve it." Jack looked at it gleefully.
"But, Auntie Mogs, it's so awfully different from her own room," Phyllis protested. "Perhaps she'll miss her big four-posted bed and those ducky rag rugs. I would, I think," she hesitated. Miss Carter laughed again. "But that's exactly why Janet won't," she answered. "She has grown up with all those lovely old things and she is used to them.
Auntie Mogs simply has to let us go!" she exclaimed. "And what is better still, no Ducky Lucky! I wish I knew if our papers were corrected or not." She would have been more than surprised had she known what was going on at that very moment. Miss Baxter was busy correcting papers. She finished Janet's and marked it with a big red B; then the fates stepped in.
Tom sighed his relief when the girls had gone. "We'll miss you, Tom," Miss Carter said gently; "must you really go to-morrow?" "Indeed, I must. I should have gone weeks ago," Tom replied, "but I couldn't leave those two youngsters. Tell you what it is, Auntie Mogs, it isn't every man that finds two such sisters. I wish you were all going back with me," he added wistfully.
All Sally's friends loved her almost as much as they loved Sally, and she was always in demand with Auntie Mogs to act as chaperone to the various skating and theater parties. "You are getting very grown up," she answered now, her eyes twinkling. "Last year it was hot chocolate you wanted and the year before that ice cream and now it's tea." "And we really hate it," Phyllis laughed.
Even old Ducky Lucky said she hoped you'd be better, though I really think she has grave doubts as to whether I was not masquerading as you." Janet laughed. "I never thought I could miss school so much," she said, "but it has seemed ages since you left. Auntie Mogs has been an angel; she read to me all morning and only went out because I simply made her." The afternoon wore on slowly.
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