oh , dear ! '' fretted Nan Wallace , twisting herself about uneasily on the sofa in her pretty room . `` I never thought before that the days could be so long as they are now . '' `` Poor you ! '' said her sister Maude sympathetically . Maude was moving briskly about the room , putting it into the beautiful order that Mother insisted on . It was Nan 's week to care for their room , but Nan had sprained her ankle three days ago and could do nothing but lie on the sofa ever since . And very tired of it , too , was wide-awake , active Nan . `` And the picnic this afternoon , too ! '' she sighed . `` I 've looked forward to it all summer . And it 's a perfect day -- and I 've got to stay here and nurse this foot . '' Nan looked vindictively at the bandaged member , while Maude leaned out of the window to pull a pink climbing rose . As she did so she nodded to someone in the village street below . `` Who is passing ? '' asked Nan . `` Florrie Hamilton . '' `` Is she going to the picnic ? '' asked Nan indifferently . `` No .
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