"There's no great hurry," said Betty, "though from the way I rushed
over here you might think so. But really, it is the grandest thing!
Oh, girls, such a time as may be ahead of us this summer!" and she
pretended to hug herself in delight.

"Betty Nelson, you've just got to tell us!" insisted Mollie. "Look
out, Amy, I'm going to get up."

Getting up from a hammock-- or doing anything vigorous, for that
matter-- was always a serious business with quick Mollie. She
generally warned her friends not to "stand too close."

"Never mind, here comes Grace," interrupted Amy. "Do sit still,
Mollie; it's too warm to juggle-- or is it jiggle?-- around so."

"Make it wiggle," suggested Betty.

"Do hurry, Grace," called Mollie "We can't hear about the grand
surprise until you get here, and we're both just dying to know what it
is."

"I couldn't find my chocolates," said Grace, as she strolled
gracefully up, making the most of her slender figure. "I just know
Will took them. Isn't he horrid!"

"Never mind, did you bring the talcum?" asked Amy. "We can sprinkle it
on green apples and pretend it's fruit juice."

"Don't you dare suggest such a thing when my little twins come along,
as they're sure to do, sooner or later," spoke Mollie, referring to