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began the last-named person before she was fairly in the room.
"I am just through, and delighted to see you," she said hospitably.
"It is about the afghan," Bess explained. "We can finish it easily
this afternoon, and the twentieth is Uncle William's birthday; don't
you think it would be best to give it to him then?"
"We asked the boys about the party and they are in favor of it, and
Aunt Zelie says we can have it. Now what kind of a party shall it be?
We want suggestions," said Louise, folding her hands in her lap, and
leaning back as if she had only to ask.
"Why not have a surprise party?--ask him to dinner as if it were
nothing special, you know."
"The very thing!" they both exclaimed.
"Why didn't we think of surprising the dear old duck, who is always
surprising us?" Louise added.
Bess shook her head at her sister. "That is not a becoming way in
which to speak of your uncle. But that is a good idea, Dora; you are a
very bright girl."
"Thank you, I am glad I am satisfactory. Do you need any more
suggestions?"
"It must be a real party; we must trim the house and have Carl present
the slumber robe; and do you think we could have a cake with candles?
Forty-eight would be a good many.
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