“We think they—are. But we have been accused of being over proud—where family is concerned.”
Blue Bonnet waited to exchange a smile with Uncle Cliff, seated opposite between Cousin Honoria and Cousin Augusta, and apparently getting on very well with them both. “Grandmother was a Winthrop,” she said, then,—“and it’s Aunt Lucinda’s middle name. Names count for a good deal back here, don’t they?”
“Or what they stand for.”
“Ashe stands for a good deal out in Texas.”
“See here!” Alec protested in an undertone, “I didn’t think you were the sort to go back on an old friend.”
“I thought you were talking to Aunt Lucinda,” Blue Bonnet answered.
“If not the rose—you know the rest!”
“Did you tell Aunt Lucinda that?”
“I’d be so apt to.”
“Alec, do you realize how long we have been sitting here? I’m getting dreadfully tired, aren’t you? I wish grandmother would announce fifteen minutes for recess, and insist—like the ‘rankin’ officer’ does—on our all getting out into the fresh air.”