Five Have a Wonderful Time

‘I do think it’s mean,’ said George, fiercely. ‘Why can’t I go when the others do? I’ve had two weeks at home, and haven’t seen the others since school broke up. And now they’re off for a wonderful fortnight and I’m not with them.’‘Don’t be silly, George,’ said her mother. ‘You can go as soon as that cold of yours is better.’‘It’s better now,’ said George, scowling. ‘Mother, you know it is!’‘That’s enough, Georgina,’ said her father, looking up from his newspaper. ‘This is the third breakfast-time we’ve had this argument. Be quiet.’George would never answer anyone when she was called Georgina—so, much as she would have liked to say something back, she pursed up her mouth and looked away.Her mother laughed. ‘Oh, George, dear! Don’t look so terribly fierce. It was your own fault you got this cold—you would go and bathe and stay in far too long—and after all, it’s only the third week in April!’