'
'Oh! oh! oh!' 'How delicious!' 'Hooray!' 'That's what I call jolly
fun!'
'And, mamma,' added Gillian, 'perhaps we might let Miss Hacket join. I
know she wants to get up something for a G.F.S. class; but mamma was
attending to Primrose, and the brothers burst in.
'There goes Gill, spoiling it all!' exclaimed Wilfred.
'That's always the way,' said Jasper. 'Girls must puzzle everything up
with some philanthropic Great Fuss Society dodge.'
'I am sure, Jasper,' said Gillian, 'I don't see why it should spoil
anything to make other people happy. I thought we were told to make
feasts not only for our own friends--'
'Gill's getting just like old Miss Hacket,' said Wilfred.
'Or sweet Constance,' put in Jasper. 'She'll be writing poems next.'
'Hush! hush! boys,' said Lady Merrifield. 'I do not mean to interfere
with your pleasure, 'but I had rather our discussions were not entirely
selfish. Suppose, Gillian, we walked down to Casement Cottages, and
consulted Miss Hacket.'
This was done, in the company of all the little girls, for Miss
Hacket's cats, doves, and gingerbread were highly popular; moreover,
Dolores was glad of a chance sight of Constance.
'My dear,' said Lady Merrifield, as Gillian walked beside her, 'you
must be satisfied with giving Miss Hacket the reversion of our tree,
and you and Mysie can go and help her. It will not do to make these
kind of works a nuisance to your brothers.'
'I did not think Jasper would have been so selfish as to object,' said
Gillian, almost tearfully.
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