"Never have heard one. I am wild to."
"Oh, then you have a great deal ahead of you."
"Have you heard many?" asked Nan, quite envious.
"Oh, dear, yes. I go several times a season, and always to the Boston Symphony. I have not heard all the Wagner operas, but I shall."
At once Charlotte appeared much more grown up than Nan's self. It was very young ladyish to go to operas and to Symphony concerts. "Tell me all about where you live," Nan went on. "I like to know about people's homes; I can get them into my mind better when I know."
"We live just out of Boston, at Brookline; it is a lovely place with many handsome residences. We have quite a lot of ground and a pretty garden. You know the suburbs of Boston are very beautiful."
"So I have heard," said Nan applying herself to her work.
"Father wanted we should go into Boston about two years ago but mother wouldn't hear of leaving Brookline."
"I shouldn't think she would. I can't see how any one could like rows of houses with tiny yards and no gardens. We don't live near any large city; ours is just a college town. Our house is old and we have a lot of ground, too, and a garden. Dear me, to think of the muddy roads and the cold and all that while here we are sitting out of doors under vines in full bloom. Aren't the flowers in this part of the country wonderful?"
"Very. Where do you go to school, Nan? Is your name Anna, by the way?"