Harold and Mabel felt very sorry for these other Evanses, even while they were so happy over the turn affairs had taken.
“Your aunt is still in no state of health to take charge of a restless little boy,” Captain Evans told his son, “and so I thought I must get leave to come on for a few days, and look after my son, for we have imposed long enough upon the kindness of these good friends.”
Harold’s face fell. “And where am I going?” he asked.
“I don’t know just yet, but I am corresponding with someone in the country, and I hope to make arrangements to send you to a farm for the summer. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” replied Harold, “if Mabel could go, too.”
Mabel, listening, took hold of Captain Evans’ fingers and looked into his face earnestly. “Would it be very far away?” she asked.
“No, only up here in Pennsylvania, a little way.”
“Won’t you please to tell mamma about it?”
“Certainly, I shall be glad to,” returned the captain.
And the outcome was that, not only was the farm found to be the place for Harold, but for the Ford family, too; with the exception of Mr. Ford, who was going abroad for the summer.