Blue Bonnet beamed with pleasure.
"Isn't it, though! Is Benita well?"
"Fine."
"How's Uncle Joe's rheumatism?"
"Better, I guess. Haven't heard him complain."
"Then it is better," Blue Bonnet said. "And old Gertrudis—and Juanita? How are they?"
"Fine—all of them."
"Oh, how I should love to see them! When is Uncle Cliff coming to see me?"
"Along about Easter vacation, I think." Blue Bonnet fairly jumped with joy.
"He is? Really—aren't you joking, Alec? He hasn't said anything about it to me."