"
"It isn't our concern for Babette that makes the trouble," said
Marie, slowly; "it's our disappointment at our own inconvenience,
and being kept here against our will."
"You clever little thing! You've put your finger right on the truth.
You're right! Our anxiety for Babette is real enough as far as it
goes, but it's secondary. The primary cause of our gloom IS pure
selfishness! and the amazing part is, that I never realised it until
you showed me! Now I have always thought that the sin I abhorred
most was selfishness, and here I am giving way to it at the first
opportunity. Well, it's got to stop! Now, then, let's plan something
real nice and pleasant for this evening, and have a good time."
"I don't think anything would be nicer than music," said Marie.
"Lora has a violin, and Kit and I will play, and you can sing--"
"And we'll all sing choruses and things,--real jolly ones, and enter
into it with some spirit."
"Yes; Lora loves to have people sing, and she'll enjoy that."
"And then other nights," Patty went on, bravely, "we'll get up some
entertainment. Tableaux, you know, or theatricals."
"Yes, and we can play games and things. Now shall we go down to
tea?"
"No," and Patty wagged her head, sagely; "it's perfectly true that
we mustn't give those boys too much of our delightful society or
they won't appreciate it! Let them wait for us till dinner time.
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