“Did you know we were coming? Is this where you live?” asked Cassy, eagerly.
“Yes will answer both those questions,” Eleanor replied. “Come right along; we’re going up in the stage; it passes the place where you have to get out. Weren’t you surprised when your mother told you where you were coming?”
“She didn’t tell us. We had the surprise when we got here.”
“Oh, what fun! Then you don’t know the rest, and I’ll not tell you. This is the stage; climb in.”
They all took their places and the stage rattled up the long street. Just where the houses were beginning to be quite far apart, at the turn of a lane, Rock exclaimed: “Here we are! Tumble out, Jerry.” He got out himself first and stood politely to see that Mrs. Law and the two girls were safely helped down, then they turned into the lane and Rock led the way, with Mrs. Law and Jerry, while the girls followed. Cassy looked around her with observant eyes.
“I never knew the country was so lovely at this time of year,” she said. “It doesn’t look bare and ugly at all, and Miss Morning-Glory said it would.”
Eleanor laughed.
“You see Miss Morning-Glory didn’t know what she was talking about. Do you see her often now?”
“Not very. If we come up here, I don’t believe she will come at all.”
Eleanor laughed again; this idea of Cassy’s friend, that was only an imaginary being, always amused her very much.