"No, she's not sick, really. But she isn't very happy."
Across Puck's head, Margaret made warning signs to Gregory to drop the subject, but his hold only tightened and he rubbed his chin on Puck's soft hair.
"That's too bad, Puckie. What's she unhappy about?"
Puck herself had been warned not to mention Maine but nothing had been said about Lady Jane. And Lady Jane was desperately unhappy, almost as miserable as Puck herself.
"I—don't—think—she wants to go to—Maine."
"Oh, she'll like it after she gets there. Especially if you take Priscilla and Dorothy along too."
"They don't want to go either."
"Well, I'll tell you what we'll do. You go along with mother on Monday, and then, if you want Lady Jane or Priscilla, I'll bring them when I come."
Puck jerked upright in his arms. They looked at each other. Slowly Puck smiled. Gregory smiled back. With his hands on the slight shoulders, he looked into her eyes.
"I can't come up with you and mother, Pucklets, but I'll come later, before the summer is over and stay a whole month."