"Every mother's son——I mean daughter."
"Oh, where? Do tell us," cried Nan.
"Haven't you been pining to see the home of Ramona?"
"Oh, Carter, indeed we have. Is that it?"
"That is it."
"When?"
"To-morrow, if the powers so decide. That is probably what your aunt and mother are considering now."
"I'm going right in to see," said Nan laying down scissors and string and rushing off. She was back in a few minutes. "We're going, we're going!" she cried. "Jack, go find Mary Lee and Jean and tell them to come right here; we must have the fun of talking it all over. Carter, you are a brick."
"So glad."
"He's better than a brick," said Jack throwing affectionate arms around him; "he is a darling. I want to kiss him."