Mildred A. Wirt was an American author. She is best known for her work on the early Nancy Drew series.
"Oh! Jack, Ellen, come here this instant!" cried Jane Pellew in so excited a manner that the mail rider almost fell out of his jumper in his effort to see what it was that made Miss Jane "take on so." She was dancing around the broad old veranda waving one of the letters he had just handed her. "Too hot, Sis, and we are too comfortable," came Jack's lazy voice from under the big ash tree that shaded one side of the porch. "You have enough energy for all of us, so s'pose you come to us," Ellen called. "You won't be hot for long, but you are going to be very uncomfortable in a minute." With the warning, Jane jumped off the porch and landed in Ellen's lap, then pulled herself up quickly by means of one hand entwined in Jack's thick chestnut hair. "Shut up and listen!" commanded Jane. "Nobody has a chance to do anything else with you around," Jack reminded his sister.
We had come home from school much earlier than usual, on account of illness having broken out there; but as none of the boys were dangerously ill, and those in the infirmary were very comfortable, we were not excessively unhappy. I suspect that some of us wished that fever or some other sickness would appear two or three weeks before all the holidays.