Early Monday morning Dorothy and Nancy were skipping along the avenue on their way to school. Every day of the first week had been sunny, and here was Monday with the bright blue sky overhead, and the little sunbeams dancing on the road.
Amy Brooks – Dorothy Dainty’s Gay Times
But you stop here by yourself a bit, Maggie, will you? I’ve got something I want to do upstairs.” “Can’t I go too?” said Maggie, who in this first day of meeting again loved Tom’s shadow. “No, it’s something I’ll tell you about by-and-by, not yet,” said Tom, skipping away.