“You might tell me first. I won’t tell Rock.”
Cassy shook her head.
“No, I must wait.” She could be very determined sometimes, and Eleanor soon saw that there was no use in insisting.
“You are not going back to Orchard Street, I hope,” said the latter.
“No, indeed, mother says we are not.”
“I know something, too,” said Eleanor. “Aunt Dora isn’t coming back to the city till November, so you can stay here till then if you want to.”
“That is more good news, but if—— Oh, dear, I wish Rock would come. I can hardly keep my secret.”
“I wish you’d just make out I’m Miss Morning-Glory, and then you’d be sure to tell me.”
“I don’t see so much of Miss Morning-Glory nowadays,” Cassy confessed. “I have so many things to do, and I think she’s in the country a great deal in the summer.” She spoke very seriously, and Eleanor laughed.
“You funny girl! You are as funny as Bubbles. I wish you could see Bubbles, our little colored girl, you know; and I wish—oh, dear, I was so in hopes you were going to have a cottage near us. Rock told me he had picked one out for you.”