'T wouldn't take us so very long, and," here she laughed frankly,
"I don't suppose it would hurt us any."

"I don't know but we ought to," remarked Molly virtuously, while
Jean added,--

"I've heard people say it was like measles. You'd better take it
young, if you did at all."

"When shall we begin?" demanded Polly, fired with enthusiasm at
the prospect.

"To-morrow," said Molly; "and you'd better come here to read, for
we can be nice and quiet up here. Come to-morrow at three, and
we'll read till four."

"Oh!" exclaimed Florence, suddenly springing up, as a small, dark
body came flying in at the open window above her head, and went
tumbling across the floor and down the stairs.

"What was that?" asked Molly, rolling off the bed.

"A green apple. I think," replied Polly, as she ran after it and
seized it. "Yes; here it is."

"That's Alan's doing," said Molly sternly, "I do wish he'd ever
let us alone."

"I don't," said Polly, coming to his defence; "he's ever so much
fun. I get tired of all girls."