Mary Lee sighed. "Well, that is all we can do, I suppose. It looks kind of hopeless, doesn't it? I believe Jo Poker knows something that he won't tell," she added.
"Then I'll try to hunt up Jo Poker when I get a chance," Mr. Pinckney promised.
"He's like a wullerwusp, as Unc' Landy calls them," said Mary Lee, "but maybe you will run across him some time. You won't forget, Mr. St. Nick."
"Not a bit of it."
"And you'll not forget that you're to be in 'Frisco while we are there."
"I'm not likely to. I feel as if the bottom had dropped out of Los Angeles now you youngsters are going."
There were actual tears in Mrs. Roberts's eyes as she bade them good-bye and Mr. Roberts said over and over: "We must get you back here somehow." Mr. Pinckney kept repeating: "Well, I'll see you in 'Frisco, and Virginia isn't a thousand miles from New York. When we all get back we'll see each other often." And so they parted.
"We've had such a good time here," said Nan to her aunt as they started on their journey. "I've never had such a good time in all my life. I wonder if it will have to stop when I leave California."
"I hope not," returned Miss Helen. "You certainly are too young to have your good times stop yet awhile. I prophesy many more; when you go to Europe, for instance."
"Oh, yes, of course; that is at the very tip-top of good times. Shall I really love Italy as much as I do California?"