Carolyn Wells

“ It's wonderful, and I 'll make it for you, if you want it, the first thing."
"Of course we want it the first thing," said Nan. "Did you suppose we thought it was a dessert?"
"Come, girls!" called Mr. Bond from the platform, as the train that was to have the honor of carrying the party puffed into the station and came noisily to a standstill. "Are you ready? All aboard! Good-by, Margy dear; don't set the house afire. Who is the matron of this crowd, anyway? I'd like a word with her."
Marjorie looked at the girls. "I think Marguerite is," she said. ”

“ She came flying back, and entered the station by one door just as Betty Miller came in at the other.
"Oh," said Nan, breathlessly, "I thought of course I'd be the last one here. Where are the other girls? But since they 're not here, won't you hold this clock, Marjorie, and let me run back home and—"
"No," said Betty, decidedly. "You cannot go back for anything else. Follow the example of your clock and stop running for a while." ”

“ But Nan was already wearing what the girls called her "rapt look," and she paid no attention to their banter.
"‘Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll!’" began Millicent.
"Should you dry up, 't would leave an awful hole," continued Marjorie. "Oh, how good this salt air is! It makes me feel like a mermaid."
"It has a worse effect on me than that," exclaimed Betty; "it makes me just awfully hungry. Do we really have to get settled at housekeeping, and all that, before we can have anything to eat?"
"No, indeed," said Marjorie ”