"And of course, you will go to him at once," put in Violet. "Then you can tell us all about him and the place and everything."
"Go to him!" These lively spirits, treading down impossibilities with their young feet, were too much for her.
"Why, girls, I haven't the money."
"You shall have my new winter bonnet—which was to be," said Rose.
"And all my Christmas presents which, perhaps, were not to be," said Violet. "I've got five cents besides in my strong box."
"And Uncle Thorn will help," said Rose. Mrs. Kindred held up her hand.
"Be quiet, all of you," she said, "or I shall lose my senses." She sat looking at that boy in grey who was homesick for the sight of her.
"It isn't 'all of us,' at all, mamma," said Violet, "for Cherry is as still as a mouse. Speak up, red lips, and give us your opinion."
Speaking low, as before, Cherry made answer that it would be safe to read the whole letter, before deciding upon anything, which was such a self-evident point of wisdom that they all laughed, and the reading began again.
"Now, mamma, don't stop till you get through, no matter what he says," pleaded Rose. And Mrs. Kindred tried, but in truth it was hard. Every sentence or two she would stop and look up helplessly, at the two faces that bent over her, or try for encouragement from Cherry's shining eyes, down by the table. Which eyes, however, were not always in sight. Cherry found some wonderful things in the letter, which the others missed; and so now and then retired into her own private meditations. "Bring up our three girls" and "when they come." Clearly, then, she also was expected at "first-class camp," whatever that might be.