If I only had a screen to put
before the range, so that we needn't have the table in here! it will
fill up so."
Sara looked up.
"There is one in our cloak-room at the museum. Perhaps the professor
would let you take it for this grand occasion, if Morton will bring it
home for you."
"Would you, Morton? would you?"
"Oh, I suppose so; anything for peace!" growled the latter, just
glancing up from his Burroughs.
"That's a lovely boy! Well, and the flowers--how glad I am they're so
cheap, now"--
"Oh, yes, Molly! I forgot to tell you: Mrs. Macon says she has a
quantity of early blossoms in her hot-bed, and you can have a picking
from them."
"Now, Sara, if you had forgotten that! How good she is! And I'm to have
Mrs. Hoffstott's pretty old china, with the blue forget-me-nots, and--
well, isn't everybody kind, anyhow?"
Sara put down her book with a laugh.
"Go on, dear; what's the use in trying to read when there's a party
going on? Talk to me about it; I want to know all the arrangements;" and
happy Molly ran on like a thoroughly well-oiled windmill for at least
twenty minutes without a stop.
When, at the end of that time, there was a pause for breath, Sara
said,--
"And how about the students?"
Molly gave a merry little laugh.
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