Miss Webb exploded with laughter. She was reading the newspaper over the fire. Mona was consulting with Miss Falkner at a table near about a certain girls' club in the village that she wished to start. She turned with a look of horror at the speaker, who of course was Jill; Miss Falkner was too accustomed to her pupils' speeches to be surprised.
"Yes," put in Jack. "There ought to be a Mrs. Arnold, like Mrs. Errington; we told him so!"
"To make his tea," said Bumps breathlessly, "and knit his thocks!"
"And have a pretty drawing-room and flowers," said Jill. "He doesn't sit in the drawing-room like Mr. Errington did. He sits in his study, and there ought to be a Mrs. Arnold to help him in the village."
"And what are your vicar's opinions on this important subject?" asked Miss Webb.
"We've told him we'll get him one. We know more people than he does, and we know just the sort he wants. She must be just like Mrs. Errington, only not an invalid."
"And we aren't going to tell," said Jack wisely, "but we've picked out somebody."
"Yeth, and we're going to thend her to Mr. Arnold to-morrow!" burst forth Bumps excitedly.
Miss Webb threw up her hands in mock astonishment.
"Really! You don't mean it! And when is the wedding going to be?"