Then ilga whirled away, calling on her favorite mate to follow.
ilga, becoming frightened, had jumped from the carriage, with serious results.
On the day set for ilga to try walking across her room she had planned a small tea-party for her chosen comrades.
ilga used to fetch this water for her own use, and carry it up the mountain paths in her apron.
But ilga, misinterpreting the motive, drew back in anger, muttering something about wishing “folks would mind their own business.”
ilga was only too ready for a drive behind the ponies which were the envy of every girl who saw them.
But ilga, sanguine and joyous, wished her friends there to witness her achievement, and so the preparations had gone on.
ilga was short and plumpy, with pincushion legs, and feet that were trained to dancing.
He left her with a deferential bow, and she ran to tell Patricia and ilga of her blunder.
When the tears were spent, the three talked the matter over quietly,—or as quietly as ilga would allow.