"
Mrs. Primkins always spoke of children as wild beasts, which must be
endured, to be sure, but carefully looked after, like wolves or hyenas.
"Oh yes! We wouldn't be afraid of hurting that. Oh, that'll be
splendid!" continued Nimpo, as the plan grew on her. "I thank you so
much, Mrs. Primkins!--and we'll be so careful not to hurt anything!"
"Humph!" said Mrs. Primkins, not thinking it necessary to tell her that
her mother had sent money to cover the expense. "You're a master hand to
promise."
"I know I forget sometimes," said Nimpo, penitently. "But I'll try
really to be careful, this time."
"Wal," said Mrs. Primkins, in conclusion, as she folded her knitting and
brought out the bed-room candles, "if you don't hector me nigh about to
death, I'll lose my guess! But as I'm in for 't now, you may's well
bring the girls when you come home from school to-morrow. Then you'll
have time to play before supper, for their mothers'll want them home
before dark."
"Do you care who I invite?" asked Nimpo, pausing with the door open on
her way to bed.
"No, I do' know's I do. Your intimate friends, your Ma said."
"Oh, goody!" said Nimpo, as she skipped upstairs, two at a time. "Wont
we have fun! How nice it'll be!"
The next morning she was off, bright and early, and, before the bell
rang, every girl in the school knew that Nimpo was going to have a
birthday-party, and was wondering if she would be invited.
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