Carolyn Wells

Betty's Happy Year Carolyn Wells

"Why, of course," said Betty, "Christmas will be fun, whatever we do; but I mean I'd like todo something specially exciting.""Such as?" demanded Jack, her adopted brother."Oh, I don't know; I can't think of anything. But we can have a party here any time; I'd liketo go somewhere else for the day-somewhere where there's something to see and do.""Restless little Betty," said her mother, smiling. "Well, what do you think of going toLakewood for a few days?"Betty looked dubious."Lakewood is lovely," she said, "and I do want to go there again sometime; but it doesn'tseem just right for Christmas. I want to do something more-more-""Rackety," suggested Jack."Yes, more gay and festive. I'd like to fly to the North Pole in an air-ship.""With flags waving and bands playing?""Yes. Wouldn't it be fun? What could we do, Mother?"Her mother caressed Betty's curly head and smiled indulgently at her, as she said: "Let me think a minute. There must be plenty of places if you're bent on going awaysomewhere. How about New York?""Oh, that's just right!" cried Betty. "Let's all go to New York to spend Christmas, and see thebeautiful things there. Oh, wouldn't we have fun!"Betty's eyes fairly shone with delighted anticipation, and she threw a sofa-pillow at Jack tostir him to greater enthusiasm."Wake up, Sleepyhead!" she cried. "Come on, let's plan it all.