“I can scarcely wait till he comes back, can you, mother?” said Jerry.
“Don’t you want dreadfully to go there?” asked Cassy.
“Not dreadfully. I should be content anywhere, I think, with my dear children and my brother; but for your sakes, my darlings, I’d like to go.”
“Then I think we will,” said Cassy, “for Uncle John loves me very much, and I told him I’d be dreadfully disappointed if he didn’t like the place.”
Her mother laughed.
“I think then he’ll try very hard to like it.”
“Isn’t it funny when he went away he was John McClure, and when he came back he was John Kennedy; I like him best to be John Kennedy, because he has a part of my name,” said Cassy.
She was right in supposing that her uncle would try to like the place, and it is quite true also, that Rock’s eagerness and Cassy’s desire in the matter had much to do with his decision. At all events when he did return that evening, he told them that he had not only bought the place, but that he had set the painters and carpenters to work, and that he wanted his sister and Cassy to go down town with him the next day to choose the papers for the walls, and that he hoped in a couple of weeks they could move in.
“I’ve a deal of work to get done before spring,” he said, “and so I can’t afford to lose any time, besides I have so set my heart on a little home for us all that I am as impatient as the children.”
“I’m glad you are impatient,” said Cassy with satisfaction.