Adele shook her head. “No, at least she is and she isn’t.”
“I don’t see how that could be.”
“Don’t you? I do. She might be going away from our house but not from the neighborhood.”
“Why should she do that? Oh, do tell me, Adele. I can’t possibly guess.”
“Well,” agreed Adele, “it is this way. Miss Eloise is engaged to be married to a professor or teacher or something. He has been here to see her, and, what do you think? If they can find a house big enough near here they are going to take it and have a school next year, and I shall go to it. Papa is so pleased, because he says he will never have to send me away to school then.”
“Shall you like going to a man?” asked Jessie somewhat disturbed.
“Oh, the teachers won’t all be men,” said Adele, “and I like Mr. Davis very much. So will you, for of course you will go, won’t you?”
“I don’t know. Where will the school be?”
“They can’t tell till they see what house they can get.”
Jessie was thoughtful for a moment, then presently she cried, “I know. I know just the place. It isn’t very far from here. We can see it from the window, now that the trees are bare. It is a great big white house with ever so many rooms in it. Father knows all about it. It is this side the railroad track, so I could go there.”