Cassy clapped her hands. “Good! I am so glad. I wish he would come back so we could tell him,” for after his farewell to the puppy, Jerry had not seen fit to remain within sight and hearing of him. “I don’t feel so bad about losing the dear doggie now,” Cassy went on to say. “I must tell Miss Morning-Glory about it!”
She had not told her brother about this new friend, for Jerry was of too practical a turn to appreciate the fancy, and Cassy had asked her mother not to tell him. “You understand, mother,” she said, “’cause mothers always can understand better than boys, and I don’t want Jerry to laugh at me. Do you know,” she told her mother, “that it was Rock Hardy who made me think of that name; he called me by it.”
“Did he? I suppose Miss Morning-Glory will not go with you on Saturday.”
“I don’t believe she will want to,” returned Cassy, easily. “She wouldn’t go without being invited,” which adjusted the matter very satisfactorily.
“Did Rock say what was the name of the little girl?” Cassy asked.
“Her name is Eleanor Dallas,” Mrs. Law told her; “she is Mrs. Dallas’s niece.”
“I hope she is as nice as Rock,” said Cassy, a little uneasily.
THE VISIT
CHAPTER V
THE VISIT
“She is such a real little lady,” Rock had told his mother, when speaking of Cassy. “Indeed,” he added, “they are all of them much too good to be living in that dirty, noisy street. I wish there was some way to get them away from there, but I think Mrs. Law is very proud and it wouldn’t do to seem to patronize them. I wish you’d think about it, and see if you can’t get up some nice plan to put them where they belong.”