“Uncle Joe intimated pretty plainly that if I came back without you this time he wouldn’t hold himself responsible for anything that might happen.”
“One thing, there won’t be anything changed!”
Uncle Cliff’s eyes twinkled.
“And please, Uncle Cliff, you’ll ask Grandmother the first thing? I want that settled. There she is in the garden; Aunt Lucinda’s out.”
“Haven’t you asked her, Honey?”
“I waited till you came; I didn’t want to give her too much time for thinking it over in.”
“It is really very good of you to be glad to see me,” Mr. Ashe said, as Grandmother came forward to meet him, “considering that this time I do not ‘go back alone.’”
“I have been telling myself that turn and turn about is only fair play,” Mrs. Clyde answered; “and that the fall is not so far off.”
“Please, Grandmother,” Blue Bonnet’s tone was most insinuating, “it won’t take you very long to get ready?”
“‘To get ready’?” Mrs. Clyde repeated.