"He's going on with his studies with the professor here at home this month, but the first of October he's to be in Cambridge. The tutor goes back there to teach at the college and Jotham is to board near the university, he says, and have private teachin'."
"You'll miss him, Randy, won't you?" queried little Prue.
"We shall all wish that he were with us," was Randy's discreet answer. Suddenly Prue exclaimed,
"You've got a new dress, Molly; it's a beauty, and it's just like my Randy's."
"So it is," said Molly. "I had a birthday a short time ago, and I had a pair of mittens which mother had knit for me to wear this winter, some candy, some shoes and this lovely dress."
"Who gived you the dress?" asked Prue, innocently.
"That's what I'd like to know," was Molly's answer. "It was sent to me, and on the bundle it said, 'From one who loves you.' I'd give much to tell the one who sent it how lovely I think it is."
"I like mine better than any dress I've had," said Randy, "and since you think it pretty it's nice that yours is like it."
"I don't know as I'd care what gowns I had if I'd been allowed to go to boarding school," said Phoebe Small. "This school is pleasant enough, I like the teacher and of course I like the girls and boys."
"'Specially the boys," remarked Reuben Jenks, when a scowl from Phoebe silenced him.