Alec’s gray eyes lightened, as if before them he already saw the wide open sweep of the prairie. “Oh, I say!” he cried.
“Grandmother’s going!”
“Good!”
“And—Uncle Cliff says that it is only fair to prepare you—all the girls, if we can manage it.”
Alec stood the shock bravely. “It’ll prove an eye opener for Sarah.”
“It’ll be like having seven sisters, won’t it—for you?”
“I’ve always understood,” Alec laughed, “that the only boy in a large family of girls got a lot of waiting on and spoiling.”
“You think your grandfather will say yes?”
“I’m not much afraid of his saying no,” Alec answered.
The six girls were the next to be told. “This isn’t the official invitation,” Blue Bonnet explained, as they sat in a little group under a tree in the school yard—she had started for school good and early that morning; “Uncle Cliff and I are going visiting this afternoon, but I wanted you to be prepared—so you wouldn’t say no instead of yes when your mothers asked if you would like to go.”