"A little bird told me."
"Rock?"
"Maybe. We might call it a rock wren."
"Oh, Aunt Dora, has Rock had the whooping-cough?"
"Yes, several years ago."
"Did you know I had it?"
"Yes, your Uncle Heath wrote me that you had, and I have been thinking ever since, just suppose that Ada should take it!" Aunt Dora raised her hands in comic distress, and Eleanor looked gravely at her doll as if there were danger in that direction.
"Never mind," said her Aunt Dora; "she will not take it, I am sure. Now we will go down to dinner, if you are ready, and to-morrow I know the first person you will want to see."
"Florence?"
Aunt Dora nodded yes. "She is to come over to luncheon and the next day we will go out to do our Christmas shopping."