busy. We never have _enough_ time; I think your hours must be longer
than ours," she went on, with a sigh. "I simply cannot get all the
things squeezed in that I want to do. I often wish the days were
thirty hours long."

"You weren't wishing that when I came," Prudence said, with a little
laugh. "I don't know about Dick; you can't bring him unless he wants
to come--of his own accord, I mean."

Mollie pondered a little, and then sighed again: "It will be rather
hard. He doesn't want anything frightfully except football, and
there isn't any just now. Perhaps we could make him want to come;
couldn't Hugh invent some way? It was only one chance in a hundred--
in a thousand, perhaps, that made me talk to your photograph. Let us
ask Hugh."

"We can ask," Prudence agreed, "but his head is going to be packed
full of telephone now, and he won't think or speak of anything else
for days. That's the way he is; we get rather tired of it sometimes,
especially when we have to help. Grizzel collected four hundred
corks for his raft. She grubbed in the ashpit, and among the empty
beer-bottles--" Prudence sighed in her turn.

The two girls met Hugh at the white gate on his return from school,
and Mollie seized the first opportunity to make her request.

"I don't know," Hugh answered thoughtfully; "there ought to be a
way. I believe there is a way _somewhere_ to do everything, if you
can only find it. It's mostly a question of looking long enough. And
a thing is always in the last place you look for it--naturally. I am