“So you are going to stay with us, Elizabeth,” Mrs. Clyde said, “and try to make yourself ready to go back?”
“Yes, Grandmother.”
“Is the staying very hard, dear?”
“I am so homesick, Grandmother. Not all the time; but lately. I like it here and being with you—and Aunt Lucinda; and knowing Alec and the girls. But still I want to go back; and oh, I do want to be called Blue Bonnet!”
“Why, Elizabeth, your uncle wrote that you preferred not to be called Blue Bonnet. Your aunt and I have been very careful to remember.”
“Indeed you have,” Blue Bonnet declared. “I would like to be called it, though, Grandmother—I think I shouldn’t be so homesick, then. And it’s—so hard—to live up to ‘Elizabeth.’”
“I would do a good deal more than that, dear, to make you content to stay with us.”
“Grandmother, do you mean—you truly like having me here?”
“How can you ask that, dear!”
“But, I’m such a lot of trouble.”