“Yes,” he went on. “I’ll get a pretty home and we will always be together.”
CHAPTER XIV
THE REAL FAIRYLAND
That evening the two cousins on the Warren side came in, Isabel and Willis Firth. Isabel was just the age of Edith and Willis, older. The children gave up their hour cheerfully. There was so much to talk about, and the school was going to have an entertainment—“The Dance of All Nations.”
“I suppose not quite all,” said Isabel, “though the boys are to give an Indian dance in costume, and the Dutch dance is in clogs, and oh, you can’t imagine how funny and clumpy it sounds, but it is real pretty with the aprons and the caps, but the Spanish is beautiful with castanets. You must all come. Is your friend staying long?”
“I think”—rather hesitatingly, “we will go home next week.”
“Oh, that will be too bad, and the dance is to be two weeks from tomorrow, in the afternoon, in a hall. It will be splendid!”
“I suppose this is the little cousin who came 286 after the fortune,” said Willis, “isn’t it nice to have a fortune left to you?”