“The only point,” she said, “is the land. If that suits John’s purpose I am more than satisfied. I will describe it to him as nearly as possible, and I hope he will make up his mind to come, but I rather think he will want to see it himself first.”
Rock looked a little disappointed.
“I did hope you could get settled right off.”
“We couldn’t do that anyhow,” Mrs. Law told him, “for there are repairs to be made. I think as long as the place has been standing idle for some time, and as you say, there are no applicants, that very likely we can get the refusal of it, and I know when John comes he will lose no time in looking at it.”
This seemed the best that could be done and they started back towards the town.
“You are coming to our house to lunch, you know,” said Eleanor. “It isn’t very far to walk.”
“Oh, my dear,” expostulated Mrs. Law, “I couldn’t think of such a thing.”
“Oh, but you see,” said Eleanor, with decision, “mamma expects you. She would have come down to the train herself, but she couldn’t; she had a caller on very particular business, but she will be looking for us, and Bubbles is just wild to see Cassy, and I promised May Garland that I would bring Cassy over there to see the baby and the chickens and everything. Then Rock wants to show Jerry where he will go to school, and, oh my, if you don’t stay what will we do?”
Mrs. Law had to smile at her look of distress, and Cassy looked up at her mother pleadingly. She did so very much want to see all these people and the things of which she had heard Eleanor talk so much.
“There comes mamma now,” cried Eleanor. “She has driven out to meet us with the pony. Now, Mrs. Law, you can get in and drive back with her, and we will walk.”