"Why is it a nuisance?" inquired Katharine, getting up to look out
of the window, over her sister who was curled up in one of the
deep window-seats, regardless of the delicate frost ferns that
were thinly scattered over the panes.
"Just see here," replied Jessie, as she stretched out her arm for
the pitcher and tilted it expressively, exposing to view a few
bare, dry slices of lemon in the bottom. "They'll be sure to come
up here, and it's rather shabby not to give them any."
"I'd make some more," said Katharine, pensively surveying the
ruins of the feast; "but I put our very last lemon into this, and
I can't. Maybe they won't care for any, it's so cold," she added,
with an air of relief.
"I'll tell you, put in some more water, and mix it up pretty
well," said Jessie hastily, as she heard Alan calling from below.
"It was almost too strong before, so it won't be so bad, and we
really ought to treat, I think."
Katharine laughed silently, as she obeyed her sister's
instructions, while Jessie surveyed the operation with dancing
eyes.
"Let's see," she said gravely, as she poured out a few drops into
a glass.
With frowning solemnity she tasted it, then set down the glass
with an air of decision.
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