"Gitting uppish 'fore she gits ter Boston. Do'no what she'll be when she's stayed there a spell."
At school, her mates were glad that Randy was to have so delightful a winter, and many and varied were the comments and speculations regarding it.
"It'll be stupid here without you, Randy," said Dot Marvin, "I don't know but that we shall all go to sleep, while you're a flyin' round in the city."
"I don't expect to do much flying," said Randy, laughing. "I shall be working at school there instead of this school at home. You must all write to me and tell me what you are doing, and I'll be glad enough to answer you."
"Indeed we will," said Reuben Jenks. "Let's write Randy a long letter, each one of us writing a part of it and send it along to Boston, just to show her what we can do when we try."
"Oh, what fun!" said Randy, "it will seem as if you were with me when I read a long letter in which all my friends are represented."
"Lemme print something in it, Reuben, will you? I want to be in the big letter, too," cried little Prue.
"I guess I will let you," Reuben answered heartily. "What kind of a letter would it be if you didn't have a hand in it, Prue?"
"I'd like to be going to Boston if it wasn't for one thing," said Molly Wilson, "and that's those city girls."
"Oh, ho, Molly. I thought you were shy, and it ain't city girls you hanker for? Then it must be city boys," said Reuben.