“And so would I,” Nan agreed. She almost resented the idea that anything could possibly be any nicer than the old Blake estate in Scotland. “And listen, he says this further, that if we think we had adventures in Scotland and England, we just haven’t seen anything yet. What in the world do you suppose he means?”
“If Doctor Prescott said that, or Mrs. Cupp, or your father or mine,” Rhoda answered, “I might possibly hazard a guess as to what was meant, but there’s no telling about this cousin of yours, Nan.”
“No, he’s as unpredictable as the seasons, Alice says, and the only thing we can do is wait.” Nan sounded as though waiting was the hardest thing in the world to do.
CHAPTER VI
SOMETHING ABOUT MEXICO
“What’s this?” Laura questioned the next morning when she came upon Amelia in her hotel room reading diligently from a book.
“Oh, nothing.” Amelia barely looked up.
“Come on, tell aunty,” Laura teased. “Nobody else is up yet and I’ve simply got to talk to someone.”
“You mean there’s no one else about, so you’ll talk to me. Well, I like that!” Amelia returned to her book as though she were really indignant.