Her grandfather threw back his head and laughed heartily. “I see you becoming a farmerette,” he said.
“Oh, but I can be, really I can. Now don’t you laugh at me, you dear old blessedness,” she dashed over to give him a hug, “for I’m counting on you for first aid and instructor in a lot of things.”
“Better not place too much confidence in my powers.”
“Oh, but of course I can, Mr. Doctorman, for where could I find any one who could tell me more about Red Cross stuff and Civics and all that?”
“Well, well, we’ll see. Do you know this is the very first day that you have forgotten to ask about Pablo, being so interested in this new idea, of course.”
“Oh, Grad, tell me, have you heard at last from his people?”
“Well, chatterbox, if you will give me a chance to get a word in edgewise I might be able to tell you something.”
Joanne promptly drew up a chair and sat down in front of him, folding her hands in her lap. “I won’t say one word till you say I may. Please now go ahead and tell me.”
“Very well, then; I have heard from Pablo’s parents and they give their consent to the boy’s remaining in this country. They really seem glad of the opportunity which has come to him. The father writes that the fact that one of his family can be provided for in this great United States is to be considered in the light of a blessing.”
“And——” began Joanne, then put her finger on her lip and went no further.