"She is so bright and intelligent, and has traveled about so much and read almost everything. Why I've learned about countries and their government, and what they do at Washington, and about Congress and our own capital, and the cities and towns that have mayors, and boroughs, and villages."
"Oh dear, all that would set me crazy!" interrupted Jenny, holding up her hand in entreaty. "I guess you do take after your father. Well my life suits me best. Just imagine me marrying a man like Mr. Warfield! Why I shouldn't know what to do—I'd rather work in the shop and have fun with the girls. But if all these things suit you, you ought to have them, when they are offered out and out to you."
"I am glad you think so;" and she gave Jenny's arm a caressing little squeeze.
"And I do hope you won't get so big feeling that you will be too grand to notice us. I'd like you to come next summer in vacation and make me a nice long visit. I think I'll be able to stand book learning for a while;" with her rather boisterous laugh. "And oh, you won't forget to write to father."
"No indeed," with tender warmth. "I never loved Uncle Jason so much as this last summer, though he's always been good to me."
"And he thinks a mighty sight of you, I can tell you," returned Jenny.
Then they walked homeward. There was a great ado bidding Helen good-by. Aunt Jane gave her some severely good advice, which was quite superfluous, seeing that she would not recognize the change in the girl's life.
Uncle Jason put both arms around her and kissed her tenderly.
"Be a good, honest, truthful girl," he said in a rather broken voice, "and then all the learning in the world won't hurt you."
The next morning there were some more good-bys. Joanna's was really touching.