Susan grinned a gap-tooth grin at Jo. "Thanks," she said, glancing down at her bare white feet. "Yeah, if it gets blown-up stuff on it, at least it won't stain." Even little Susan appreciated the value of black clothing.

"Oooo..." Susan was all over the idea of a fort. She glanced up at the grownups--well, up at Laurie, and up up at Silas, sizing them up and wondering if they would fit under a table. Ah well. They'd squish.

"Yeah, let's do that! It'll be like camping."