“House full of boys and girls. You won’t be lonely.”
The piquant nose wrinkled mischievously. “That would never do. I like my own way too well.”
He laughed. “And you generally manage to get it by hook or by crook!”
“I? You malign me. You give it to me because you like me.”
How adorably pretty she looked!
He laughed again. “You’ve got your old dad there, all right. Yes, yes, you’ve got him there!”
“Didn’t I tell you just now that you mustn’t call my father old?”
“So you did! So you did! Well, well, the truth will out now and then, you know. Could you inveigle Jane into giving us 9 more butter?—By the way, here’s a letter from Jessica. I found it in the stack on my desk to-night. Better read it before you say no.”
“Oh, I will,” Elliott received the letter without enthusiasm. “Very good of her, I’m sure. I’ll write and thank her to-morrow; but I think I’ll go to Aunt Nell’s.”
“Just as you say. You know Elinor better. But I rather incline to Bob and Jess. There is something to be said for variety, Lot.”