“You may go and tell her what it is we are trying to settle,” Mrs. Clyde laughed.
Miss Lucinda approved of the plan thoroughly. “I think it would be a delightful trip for you, Mother,” she said.
“And next year, maybe you won’t be wanting to go abroad, Aunt Lucinda,” Blue Bonnet said; “then you and Grandmother can both come out to the ranch.”
“Perhaps.” Miss Lucinda agreed.
After supper, Blue Bonnet and her uncle went for a ride. “Chula’ll miss me,” Blue Bonnet said, patting the glossy neck; “she’s the dearest horse.”
“And Firefly will be mighty glad to see you. Listen, Honey, I’ve been cogitating. Don’t you want to take one or two of those girls along with you for the summer? You must be sort of used to having girls to run with by now.”
“Uncle Cliff! Oh, I would love that!”
“Kitty, I suppose—who else?”
“Kitty would be most fun. And Sarah’s been—you don’t know how good Sarah Blake was to me a while back, Uncle Cliff!”
“How about telling me, Honey?”