“My dear child, I am pleased that you thought of it,” returned Miss Churchill. “Why, we might send over almost every day. I am glad he is improving so nicely.”
“It would be a charitable work for me, Aunt Esther. Such a little satisfies Aunt Lu that I do not keep half busy,” said Mr. Ogden.
“I never knew you to have such an industrious fit;” replied his aunt.
“But I have been in business for a year you see, and have ceased to be an idler;” and he made a comical face.
Miss Lucy came down soon after. Then we had a nice cordial time talking about books and looking over pictures.
Sometimes two or three voices sounded at once, not from any ill breeding, but because we all had so much to say. Then we would laugh and subside, and begin again. I almost wondered how we dared feel so much at home, and utter our every day thoughts unreservedly.
Mr. Churchill joined us, and the conversation, asking about church matters, and if we were going to take the Sunday School to the cascade again? Were there many sick in the parish?
“Not very many for this season of the year,” I made answer.
“Our town is about as healthy as any location I know. Why people must be running off to watering places and leaving comfortable houses, I can not understand.”
“The grand thing is change. Most of us do get tired of running along in one groove.”