“Oh, mother, tell me where. Hurry, hurry and tell me.”
“At Mr. Dallas’s.”
“Oh! oh! a whole day in that lovely place! Was it Mr. McClure?”
“No, it was Rock Hardy. A little girl is to be there for a few days, and Mrs. Dallas thought it would be nice for some one to come and play with her.”
“And they asked me. Oh, how perfectly fine. I hope she is nice and friendly and isn’t stuck up.”
“If she is like Rock Hardy I don’t think you have anything to fear.”
“No, indeed, and did you say I could go mother?”
“Yes.”
“I wish Jerry could go, too.”
“Jerry is going in the afternoon.”