“I am not so sure of that. I think Aunt Helen had her heart set on it some time ago; she has so many friends here, though we might not have gone to Miss Cameron’s school.”
“The thing I want to know,” said Jack, suddenly rousing herself from an absorbed attention to things out-of-doors, “is what are we going to do between now and the day we start for the North?”
“There are lots of things to do,” Nan told her.
“I think a good way would be to pick out what each one wants most to see,” said Jack; “the way we did in England, you know.”
“Well and good,” returned Nan. “Fire ahead, Jack, you lean damsel.”
“I’m not as lean as you are,” retorted Jack, “and I’d be as fat as Jean if I ate as much.”
“Why, my dear,” said Nan in pretended surprise, “I said Jacqueline, damsel.”
“You didn’t mean it that way at all; you just said the other to make fun of me,” insisted Jack.
“Prove it,” returned Nan good-naturedly.
“Yes, you did,” Jean came to the rescue of her twin, “just like you called me a P. I. G. a while ago.”