They sang to the tune of "Mine eyes have seen the glory," but they made up the words themselves:
"Oh, Betsey's ten tomorrow,
And then all of us are ten,
We will all grow up tomorrow,
We will all be ladies then..."
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"That was our last parade, I expect," said Betsy.
"Why?" asked Tib. "I think they're fun."
"We're getting too old for them," Tacy said.
"That's right," said Betsy. "Marching along and yelling will seem pretty childish after tomorrow."
"I suppose we'll start having tea parties," said Tacy.
"Yes. We'll crook our little fingers over the cups like this," answered Betsy, crooking her little finger in a very elegant way.
"We'll say 'indeed' to each other," said Tacy.
"And 'prefer'," said Betsy.
"Will it be fun?" asked Tib. She sounded as though she didn't think it would be.
"Fun or not," said Betsy, "we have to grow up. Everyone does."
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