"Oh, but you are an American," Mary hastened to reassure her, "and you'll do just as your mother bids you, of course."
This relieved the situation for Molly. The prospect of frequent drives behind the "proper little pony," and the pleasure of a real English Christmas, which Mary had described in glowing colors, cheered her up, and she stated that she thought she could stand Miss Sharp as long as her own mother would always be on hand to refer to.
As the three were talking it all over, Uncle Dick appeared at the door. "Well, Mollykins," he said, "how do you like your news?"
"Oh, do you know it, too?" she said, running up to him. "I like it very much, but I wish you and Aunt Ada and Polly were going, too."
"That would be too many at once," he returned. "Go in and see your Aunt Ada; she has something to tell you."
"Who is it about?" asked Molly.
Uncle Dick walked down the porch steps. "It concerns me very much," he said over his shoulder.
"Concerns him? Do you suppose he is going to England, too?" said Mary.
"Let's go and find out," returned Molly. And the three ran indoors to where Miss Ada sat.
"Well, kitties," she said as they came in, "there is a lot of news to-day, isn't there?"